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.

piece of her world. Many survivors, hoping against

over twenty tents with no luck, anxiety gnawed at Stella as she started rifling

Why are you messing with my tent? Are

few harsh words

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

trace of news, she felt

made it through;

her, and Stella felt like she was about to

dizzy, "Is

searching for someone?" The stranger steadied her. "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

were more tents behind

Some are in shock; others are

her throat, Stella

the final straw.

of despair,

wanted to find them, yet dreaded what

no sign of them. Relief

lend a hand here! These folks

were carried in,

"Hey, sis?"

called

spun around in

in mud stood a

and Stella rushed to catch her,

a faint smile before passing

out, frantic, "Where's your

muddy clothes, and cleaned her up with some

fever, her body

survived