18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 361

Stella made her way to the reception area, but the attendant was running around like a headless chicken, completely clueless about the person she was desperate to find.

"The disaster hit us like a ton of bricks. The tornado scattered debris everywhere, injuring many, and the downpour triggered landslides all over the place. We've got a whole mess of folks-five or six hundred-bunked down here. We can't keep track of everyone just yet. You can either go look for your person yourself or wait until we can catch a breath to help you."

Stella couldn't wait; she had to start searching through the sea of tents herself.

There were only so many military-grade tents to go around, and they were swarming with people. Forget getting some shut-eye; some folks were lucky if they even had a spot to stand.

Everyone was on edge, clutching their belongings tight, eyes darting around suspiciously.

You never knew who you could trust. There were already tales of folks getting their supplies swiped right from under their noses.

After all, in times like these, those supplies were as good as gold.

Stella peeked into one tent after another, each time meeting a wall of resistance and suspicion. Despite her raincoat, the seasoned eyes of survivors were sharp; a quick glance was all it took to size her up.

After checking out half a dozen tents, Stella realized she was being followed. She pretended not to notice, stubbornly continuing her search.

Soon enough, a voice piped up behind her. "Hey, miss, you looking for someone? I've been around here a couple of days; know the lay of the land pretty well. Maybe I can help you out."

Stella ignored them, and they kept yammering on at her side.

Finally, fed up, Stella whipped out a Swiss Army knife from her backpack and hissed, "Scram!"

Did they think she was blind? t was obvious they were just trying to lure her to some secluded spot to rob her-and who knows what else.

The blade gleamed ominously.

The woman, taking one look at Stella's menacing glare, choked on her words and backed off quickly, not wanting to test Stella's resolve.

the only one looking for a missing piece of her world. Many survivors, hoping against hope to find their

no luck, anxiety gnawed at Stella as

you? Why are you messing with my tent? Are you

was willing to take a few harsh words if

off after a brief explanation, while others had less patience, cursing her out thoroughly. But Stella didn't let it get

a trace of news, she felt a

had made

was about to collapse when a hand reached out to steady

dizzy, "Is

"I'm here for the same reason. Check out the tents behind the staff area. There's a few more there for the critically injured from the landslides." Stella munched on a candy bar for energy and waited for her head to

more tents behind the

accompanied her, whispering, "Go in quietly, try not to wake the patients. Some are in shock; others are hanging by a thread. They all need their rest." Anyone not on death's door had been moved to

in her

held on. The lack of oxygen was the final straw. Even if they were dug out, there was no medicine or equipment to save them. It was all

suffocating aura of despair, inspecting each face with

find them, yet dreaded what she

of them.

here! These folks were buried for quite a while; let's see if

injured were carried

"Hey, sis?"

voice called from behind

spun around in

girl caked in mud stood

was about to fall, and Stella rushed

Rosie managed a faint smile before

out, frantic, "Where's your brother? Where

nearby empty tent, changed her muddy clothes, and cleaned

her body

survived all this