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."

though his eyes still burned with

allowing Tom to take his

returned, Angela and the others breathed a sigh of

shook her head, her

"Jasper's tough; he'll be okay. He's probably just delayed because

Griffith, only for their car to break down just outside the city. It took a while to

overturn it, all to force them out. Kitty, in desperation, floored the gas pedal,

out and had to fight back with whatever weapons they had. Then, suddenly, a sandstorm hit. Cody and Lukas, being closer to the car, scrambled inside

concussion from a flying rock. Separated, they were lucky to keep their supplies and managed to survive. After the sandstorm abated, they sought each other out, despite

The camp had disbanded, but their search could continue. They were determined to find Jasper and Cooper. Despite his injured

injuries were severe; he needed the best care, and

"You're all hurt and should be resting, not worrying about

"Stella, are

retorted with a playful 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, you might end up in worse shape than when we started." Angela insisted, "Friends don't keep score. Besides, you and Jasper have done so much for us. How

I'm not sure if it's true or why he'd go that way, but 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

dizzy or nauseous. After days of hardship, every one of them was frail and couldn't afford more strain. Yet the thought of Stella scouring the earth for

"You saved Rosie earlier and protected her again today. That's more than enough help. Look after

by disaster, reuniting after a separation was a luxury. Stella looked

hearts heavy, they embraced her in farewell. "Stella,