18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 363

Seeing her stay silent, the young man grew even more arrogant. "Hey, sis, wanna hop on board for some fun? I've got food and drinks here," he boasted, shaking the beer can in his hand like it was a prize. Stella acted as if he were invisible and kept walking.

Irritated by her indifference, the young man bristled with indignation. Women always clamored for his attention, and now that he made the first move, she snubbed him.

"Sir, maybe this isn't a good idea?" his lackey interjected with a sigh. "We snuck out, and getting caught wouldn't end well. We've already had a tour; maybe we should head back?"

"Dock the boat-I'm going to set her straight today!" the young master barked.

Reluctantly, the lackey steered the boat closer to the shore.

"Right now, immediately!" the young master demanded.

With no other option, the lackey moved to the nearest landing spot.

As the young man prepared to disembark, the inflatable boat wobbled unexpectedly, punctured by something sharp hidden beneath the murky waters. He stumbled, nearly falling overboard. "Damn it, we're leaking air!" the lackey exclaimed.

The rapid escape of air from the compromised vessel was alarming, especially since the young man couldn't swim, and the water was filthy, strewn with debris-and worse.

Despite his usual bravado, he was quick-witted in a pinch. He grabbed a rope from the boat and threw it toward the shore, "Miss, do me a solid and pull me in, will you?" The rope landed near Stella's feet.

Without a word, Stella kicked the coarse hemp back into the river.

Desperate, the young man pleaded, "Look, I'm sorry for before. My dad's the head honcho at Raven Port, and I'm here on a relief mission. Please, help me out-the boat's supplies are yours if you want them." Stella didn't respond, just kept walking.

Even in a relief effort, his arrogance shone through. Why save someone who'd squander the resources? He'd probably revert to his old ways once out of danger.

The deflating boat spun helplessly, drifting farther and farther away.

The young man's pleas turned to anger, and then to a stream of expletives as despair set in.

Stella trekked through the rough terrain, encountering several stranded survivors.

To the kind-hearted, she gave directions to a nearby refugee camp.

ill intentions and attempted to rob her, Stella delivered swift justice with her

a makeshift cave. Inside, a woman sat motionless, blood crusted at the corners of her mouth, beside a

corpse weren't Jasper's,

stranger. After a moment's thought, Stella released the crossbow

didn't scream; she just

night, but thoughts of Rosie back at the camp, and the possibility that Jasper might

to welcome and settle the

Rosie saw Stella, her eyes lit up, but dimmed again at the

Rosie approached, handing Stella a thermos of hot water. "Drink some of this; it'll

couldn't hold back her

"None," Rosie replied.

news about her brother and Cooper, hoping against hope with each arrival, only

to Stella's sorrow, Rosie changed the subject. "Angela woke up around noon and went out to look for others. It's late, and she hasn't returned yet.

hour in the dark. Once assured of privacy, Stella took fireworks out of her pack, set them up, and

colorful flames shot up, bursting into a

New Year's she'd known Jasper,

celebrating with Rosie and Cooper, looking to bring some festivity to the

had plenty left over, stored in her

fireworks, he might find his way

the darkness, and Stella didn't dare continue. She threw the remaining fireworks back into her pack and slipped away into the

to the camp, everyone was talking about

fireworks,

to set off fireworks in these

was that really

when Angela returned from her fruitless search

bittersweet smile. Only those who've lost their most cherished can

the one to administer the

but Stella was genuinely

had happened to Rosie, Jasper would never have overcome

no saint, but I do repay my debts. I

she found herself