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.

wasn't the only one looking for a missing piece of her world. Many survivors, hoping against hope to find their

over twenty tents with no luck, anxiety gnawed at

who the hell are you? Why are you messing with my tent?

to take a few harsh words if

less patience, cursing her out thoroughly. But Stella didn't let it

last shelter without a trace of news, she felt a complex storm of emotions brewing inside

ordinary folks had made it through; why hadn't

felt like she was about to collapse when a hand reached out to steady

looked up, dizzy, "Is everyone accounted for

few more there for the critically injured from the landslides." Stella munched on a candy bar for energy

more tents behind the

Some are in shock; others are hanging by a thread.

in her throat, Stella searched

their weak bodies had barely 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 a

against the suffocating aura of

them, yet dreaded what she might

sign of them. Relief

group of rescuers rushed in with stretchers. "Come on, come on, lend a hand here! These folks were buried for quite a while;

watched as the injured were carried

"Hey, sis?"

voice called from behind

spun around

mud stood

about to fall, and Stella rushed to catch her,

a faint

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

to a nearby empty tent, changed her muddy clothes, and cleaned her up with some warm water she'd secretly mixed from

was burning up with fever, her body marked with wounds and

had she survived