18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 377

Brandon wolfed down two bowls of spaghetti, the carbs filling him up enough to regain a semblance of dignity. Gone was the ravenous beast; in its place, a gentleman with poise. But the fire in his voice remained, "Sis, I caught a car thief."

Stella almost choked on her pasta, coughing violently. "Cough... cough cough..." she sputtered, barely managing to swallow.

Ungrateful punk, she thought. She'd even given him back half the meds, yet he was still hung up on the car. Nine years, and he still wouldn't let it go!

She was so close to smashing her bowl over his head. If not for the three souped-up Mustangs, she wouldn't have even considered giving back those meds.

But she forced a smile, masking her irritation. "Really? Who was it?"

"He got away," Brandon muttered between bites, "but if I get my hands on those jerks, I'll drink their blood and feast on their flesh. I'll chop off their heads and use them as soccer balls!"

Stella had enough, her tone turning icy. "Cars like that aren't unique, and who's to say it was yours?"

"I'd recognize that car even if it were ashes," Brandon shot back, burning with indignation. "Sure, there are more worldwide, but only one in the country!"

Stella wanted to slap him. "And how do you know it's the only one in the country?"

"My cousin handled the paperwork, it was the first one here."

Stella rolled her eyes. "Your cousin's a nutcase, taking meds daily. You believe everything he says?"

"He might be sick,

processed yet. Predators are armored vehicles; the military might have them, and their records are top secret, beyond

How come you're

run dry. If not for old times' sake, she'd have twisted

finish his spaghetti. "Yeah, I'm a waste

the end, he was just a second-generation rich kid, living off

"Even if you got the car back, could you really keep it

heart bled.

gets you nowhere. When you're

knew his limits. He had arrived full of confidence, only to be

asked, "What's

exams, and a regular job was out of the question. Scavenging seemed

their lives for scrap metal.

to buy jets and yachts without

but soon tears followed. How humiliating, crying

son, he wasn't immune to harsh realities. Without

wanted to give up, but his father's words kept him going. He lived for the Porras

"Stella, what should I

in her Arcadia. She couldn't let him

the last time. If he ever brought up the car again,

calmed down. "You're not cut out for scavenging, and manual labor isn't your thing. Let Jasper show you a few tricks to pass the military