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.

watch over the perimeter, not intervening. This was Rosie's battle, her need for catharsis. Stella approached and patted her on the shoulder,

a deep breath and

the body there, disposing of it and erasing their tracks.

years of dedication and the skills she'd learned from Dr. Garcia and

she had both courage and confidence. She was both terrified and incredibly lucky. One natural disaster after another struck without giving them a moment's respite.

few hours, and he expressed his guilt, "Stella, I'm putting

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

"Actually, you've been the one taking care of me

hand, "You're great. What tolerance are we

temperament wasn't easy, and he had been very accommodating over the years. It 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 and anticipation, "When you get better, will you continue to care for, tolerate, and indulge

her forehead.

smiled, and as they playfully bantered, she didn't

Recovery from bone and muscle injuries took time, but Cooper, their dog, was bouncing back quickly, while Jasper was still bedridden. Stella devoted herself to Jasper's care, while Rosie and Cooper handled patrols and security. Under her attentive care, Jasper's back was healing, and he could now bear the pain to take

asked as she brought over a bowl of soybean and pigtail soup, "This is

wondering if this is reality or

days of unconsciousness, he had countless dreams, some as sweet as the present moment, but he would wake up in a dark cave. Stella understood his uncertainty. When she first came

bit his shoulder hard. Jasper yelped in pain.

sipped the warm soup, a slight smile on his lips, "Stella, you've

"Was I not good to

but now

still think

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