18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 367

Tom's punch landed hard, and the young boy's lip split, blood trickling down as his head spun in confusion and pain.

Facing his father's blazing eyes, he clutched his cheek, too terrified to say another word in his defense.

Tom took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself, before bowing deeply to the crowd. "Everyone, I'm truly sorry. It seems I've failed as a father, causing all this trouble. Please accept my deepest apologies."

The crowd's anger simmered, but they knew the fault lay with the spoiled brat, not the refugee camp that had saved so many lives, including theirs. The camp leader had always been at the forefront of rescue efforts, even braving the rain to offer comfort. He was a good man; it was just his son who had gone astray. After a moment's thought, and despite their grievances, no one wanted to escalate things further.

Stella wasn't looking for a fight, especially since the camp was filled with Tom's people. Picking a real fight would only put her at a disadvantage due to their numbers.

She turned to Rosie, "Did they hurt you?"

Rosie shook her head, "No."

Stella relented, "Alright, for the sake of my sister-in-law being unharmed, I'll let this slide. But if there's a next time, I won't be so forgiving."

Tom thanked her, then turned to his son and slapped him twice more. "You ungrateful brat, apologize now!"

Under his father's stern gaze, Hunter braced himself and muttered, "I'm sorry."

Stella responded coldly, "I can't hear you. Say it louder."

I'm sorry!" he repeated, though his eyes still burned

allowing Tom to take his son

Angela and the others breathed a sigh of relief and asked with concern, "Did you

her head, her expression complicated.

worry, Stella," Lukas consoled her. "Jasper's tough; he'll be okay. He's probably

Griffith, only for their car to break down just outside the city. It took a while to fix, and then they were back on the

their car, throwing stones and attempting to overturn it, all to force them out. Kitty, in desperation, floored the gas pedal, hoping to break through, but the engine failed to start again. As their windows shattered, Cody fired shots, taking down

had to fight back with whatever weapons they had. Then, suddenly, a sandstorm hit. Cody and Lukas, being closer to the car, scrambled inside to seek shelter from the storm. The vehicle was flipped, and they clung on to their supplies for dear life,

flying rock. Separated, they were lucky to keep their supplies and managed to survive. After the sandstorm abated, they

disbanded, but their search could continue. They were determined to find Jasper and Cooper. Despite his injured ankle, Cody was resolute.

but couldn't share the harsh truth. Jasper's injuries were severe; he needed the best care, and traveling with

all hurt and

was baffled. "Stella, are you saying we're

eye roll. "Look at yourselves. 'It takes a hundred days to recover from a bone injury.' If I let you go out there all battered and bruised,

I want to take Rosie and see if we can find him and Cooper. Luckily, I found a bike on the road. I'll ride with Rosie to chase the lead. It'll be a quick trip, and we won't be gone long. Your job is to take care of yourselves. Will you head to Lincoln with the majority, or

every one of them was frail and couldn't afford more strain. Yet the thought of Stella scouring the

accepted their good intentions. "You saved Rosie earlier and protected her again today. That's more than enough help. Look after yourselves; we may cross

a separation was a luxury. Stella looked at her lifelong friends,

hearts heavy, they embraced her in farewell. "Stella, whether or not we meet again, just