18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 369

Chapter 369

Hunter's eyes widened as realization hit him. Panic seized his voice as he blurted out, "Was it you who hit me last night?"

"Yep." Rosie's voice was soft, but there was a sharp edge to it. "I spared your life last night, but you just had to push your luck. It's really irritating."

"It wasn't on purpose, I swear! I didn't know it was you. Please, give me another chance."

Shaking her head, Rosie refused, "I already gave you a chance, but you blew it."

Despite Hunter's usual bravado, he knew when to grovel. He started sweet-talking urgently, "My dad's a big shot in Raven Port, and he's helped a lot of people during the disaster relief. You guys benefited from that help too. He's only got me as a son. Can't you spare me for his sake?" Rosie had her own principles. "Hmm, your dad's a good man, which is why I spared you. Last night, I didn't take your life, but you still had the nerve to try and take ours."

She smiled at him, her voice cold as ice, "Besides, your dad is your dad, and you are you. They're not the same."

Hunter felt a chill run down his spine. "I'm sorry, I really am. Rosie, please, have a heart and let me go."

"I don't like letting things go; they tend to leave a stench," Rosie replied, unimpressed.

Her eyes slowly filled with a deadly resolve, and Hunter knew she meant business. He scrambled desperately on the ground, crying out in despair, "Dad, save me, please save me!" But in the desolate miles around them, his screams were futile.

Rosie watched him crawl, waiting until despair consumed him completely before raising her gun...

It was her brother's lesson all over again a clean headshot.

need for catharsis. Stella approached and patted her on the shoulder, "Rosie, you did nothing wrong.

breath

was a river. They dragged the body there, disposing of it and erasing their tracks. For safety, they moved their hideout that night, settling into a reclusive life in

brain for treatments-massaging his back, applying acupuncture, brewing medicinal pastes. She was grateful for the years

and incredibly lucky. One natural disaster after another struck without giving them a moment's respite. She

was conscious but couldn't move. Stella turned him over every few hours,

especially a big guy like Jasper. But having survived life-and-death situations and still being able to care for the one she cherished was a

"Actually, you've been the one taking care of me for years-tolerating and indulging me.

her hand, "You're great.

was through this ordeal that she realized how essential Jasper was to her life. Living was important, but living with quality was paramount. She lay beside him, her heart brimming with contentment

wonderful," Jasper kissed her forehead. "I'm the lucky

and as they playfully bantered, she didn't forget to massage his back, "Feeling

Under her attentive care, Jasper's back was healing, and he could

as she brought over a bowl of soybean and pigtail soup,

"I'm wondering if this is

up in a dark cave. Stella understood his uncertainty. When she first came back to life, she was haunted by nightmares, constantly feeling like she was

and bit his shoulder hard. Jasper yelped in pain. Satisfied, Stella

the warm soup, a slight smile on his

"Was I not good to you

"You were, but now you're

still think

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