18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 364

Stella paused, her senses on high alert. Something was moving in the fog, shifting uneasily. She pulled out her flashlight, slicing through the mist with a beam of light. A pair of eyes stared back at her, blinking.

Half-hidden behind a rock, she could see a head and ears twitching slightly. Stella adjusted the flashlight, confirming it was indeed a pair of eyes. Eyes that were not human. They were filled with wariness, confusion, exhaustion, and a stubborn will. Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered, "Cooper?"

The head in the fog moved, and a shaky body stepped out from behind the rock, whimpering softly. It started walking, then broke into a run, stumbling into Stella's arms.

The creature was emaciated, skin stretched over bones, its head barely holding on. Limping and weak, its body oozed pus from multiple wounds. If it weren't for those familiar eyes, Stella wouldn't have recognized it even up close. Its belly had a long gash that had been stitched up, scabbed over but still raw. Clearly, it had been through a lot.

Who else could have stitched those wounds but Jasper?

Stella broke down, hugging Cooper and sobbing uncontrollably, "Cooper, where's Jasper? Tell me, where is he?"

Cooper cried into her embrace, too weak to even struggle. Its paws were torn and bleeding, yet it had somehow found the strength to find her. It must have been the fireworks that led it to her.

desperately. Ignoring the searing pain from its festering paws and its wobbly body, it led the way with a stubborn determination. Stella, feeling a lump in her throat,

training had made Cooper understand human speech, and it pointed the way with its paw. Left,

it hot meat pies and its favorite drumsticks. Cooper ate while rubbing its

her steps quickening. At a crossroads, she hesitated, unsure of the direction. Cooper leaped down, determined to lead

the path, and flash floods had reshaped the landscape. Cooper trudged through the mud, crossing murky and dangerous streams. After navigating through several areas affected by landslides, nearly two hours

many decomposed and stinking, but a few still recognizable despite the bite marks and torn throats. The fresh ones were Cooper's doing. The older wounds were likely Jasper's handiwork. They had been protecting each other. Standing outside the cave, Stella's heart raced. She didn't

searching hand found an empty first aid kit. Further in, it was so cramped her head couldn't lift. Someone injured would have struggled to crawl

clothes, and pulled with all its might. Stella felt it, a cold hand. Her heart skipped a beat. She dared not pull,

burning hot, his body otherwise ice-cold. Tears blurred her vision as she finally found him. Now wasn't the time for tears. Stella carefully brought both man and dog back to the

his leg, rotted and maggot-infested. He had multiple injuries but had given the medicine to Cooper, stitching it up, leaving survival to the dog. Despite his

she carefully removed the rotten flesh and stitched up the wound. Cutting away flesh usually didn't faze her, but with Jasper infected and in

long. Anyone else might have succumbed by now. He must have been waiting,

herself. After treating his external injuries, she checked his battered back. Cooper, outside, whined non-stop, its voice laden with regret and

of adrenaline. As she injected it, Stella's heart battled within her. She wasn't a professional doctor; though she