18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 359

Seven women barged into the room, three of them ready for a fight, clashing fiercely with the men inside. Rosie, quick on her feet, pocketed her razor-sharp blade and, with a flick of her wrist, sent a peanut flying at the sound of reinforcements rushing in with axes.

Her brother had taught her well-always aim for the head. Chaos erupted, with screams of women and a constant stream of men trying to help. Rosie, burning with fever and barely holding on, plunged her knife into one of the attackers, pushing him back into a corner. She was so weak she barely managed to finish him off, and didn't notice another blade swinging towards her from behind.

"Rosie, watch out!"

Someone shoved her aside just in time. Rosie slammed into the wall and saw it was Kitty who had saved her. Kitty instinctively raised her arm to block the attack, and blood spurted out. The attacker was relentless, cursing as he swung his knife down again. Rosie raised her gun and aimed for his forehead.

Bang. Another one down.

Panicked, she blurted out, "Kitty, you okay?"

Kitty, pale as a ghost, gritted her teeth. "Not dead yet. Let's finish these bastards first." She then knocked down another man, pinned his neck under her foot, and despite the blood gushing from her arm, hammered him with her fists.

Angela lifted a chair and smashed it over another man's head, sending him straight to the afterlife. As more enemies stormed in, the three women fought with everything they had-stabbing with daggers, hacking with knives, and firing whenever they could. Thanks to her brother's rigorous training, every time Rosie pulled the trigger, it was a guaranteed hit.

They had guns. The women had guns!

toughened them. Rosie might have been well-protected, but

outside think twice about rushing in. The remaining men in the room were terrified of the three women who seemed to have gone berserk, and

Damn, these people threw away lives like they were nothing. Well, Kitty wasn't about to let anyone dictate her fate. There were still enemies outside and bullets were running low. Rosie took the knife Angela handed her

at least a dozen men. Few other women were left; they either panicked and ran to their deaths or hid and

cut a relatively clean piece of cloth from one of the men's bodies and hastily bandaged Kitty. "Thanks, Kitty." If it

managing a smile. "If your sister-in-law hadn't given me that anti-virus medicine back then,

in all, she owed Stella and needed to repay the

name, Angela asked

separated by a sandstorm. I have no

and Kitty and Angela had lost track of Cody and Lukas

But now was

deep, and the bone was visible. After being trapped in a sandstorm for days and already weak, she wouldn't last long if the bleeding couldn't

in the face of crisis, applied pressure points to stop the bleeding, knowledge passed down by

prevent any villains outside from swarming in. All three were weak, but they couldn't dwell on the carnage around them. They scavenged for food left on tables to fill their stomachs. Only with full bellies could they face

died in that room, all high in the hierarchy. The remaining lackeys, leaderless and wary of the gun in

decisive, and merciless. It was the first time in many years that the others had seen her in action, and they were impressed by how well Stella and Jasper had trained her. The

among themselves, with Angela leading the charge. As