18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 447

Chapter 447

In the wake of the apocalypse, memories are either as sharp as a cold blade or jagged like shards of glass. Everyone's scars bleed fresh, and some wounds never heal, no matter how much time passes.

Stella, not one to pry, carried a bucket into the house.

Everyone's got their own battles. I remember the first time I saw Miranda. She wore that same dress, looking all dolled up with exquisite makeup, preserved remarkably well.

She was fiery and jealous, but she stood out among the women, thriving like no other.

Now, still in that dress, she looked as if she had aged decades, her gaunt figure nearly unrecognizable.

They say time is a butcher's knife, but the apocalypse came even swifter.

Stella picked up a mirror and scrutinized her reflection, "Jasper, do I look much older?"

"Not at all, pretty much the same as always."

"You're just humoring me." She had passed her prime, yet she maintained her looks with an almost reckless abundance of expensive creams.

"You're only 29, at the peak of your beauty."

Having read his fair share of romance magazines, Jasper's emotional intelligence had shot up, "No matter how you change, you'll always be the most beautiful to me, forever the same as when we first met."

The way she looked when they first met? Forever 19.

Those were good days, the days of youth.

Stella gazed at Jasper, "Jasper, you seem older."

Jasper touched his face, from his early twenties when they met, to now in his thirties, they had both been at the best times of their lives. Sadly, the end of days had them focused on survival instead of normal couple things like dating, getting married, or throwing a grand wedding for her. He felt he had shortchanged her.

"Do I look very old?" He never cared much for his looks, but her teasing suddenly made him self-conscious.

Hmm, he hadn't shaved in days; he'd probably end up pricking her face that night.

Stella smiled, "It's okay, you look more mature and steady."

to the charisma of a

was even more

eyes met,

away while secretly

look,

with less anxiety, "Your wife is the prettiest,

of their relationship, Jasper replied, "Yeah, and your husband

laugh, inadvertently flaunting their

earlier; Dylan had been separated

how he was doing. He was her only friend,

was worried but kept

the purified seawater,

it in Arcadia for irrigation and stick to drinking

fancy the idea of potential long-term

base to ensure safety as much as possible, but who knew how many ancient viruses lurked in the ocean, and whether they could be fully eradicated? After storing the water in Arcadia, Stella retrieved a light dinner

fresh, but hot

survivors craved food instinctively, their sense of smell sharpened beyond that of a dog's - the slightest scent could

wipe down the room to make

knock on the door

up the sofa bed and

drama queen, pretended to set up her

apparition that made her instinctively reach for her knife, ready to strike at

voice halted

The ghostly

been lean but

a fright in the dead

was a miracle he hadn't been beaten to a pulp for looking

but blurt out, "How did

is a butcher's knife, but it only slices

had known her almost ten years, and she still looked so young and beautiful, barely a trace

hard to look

the villa district, I hadn't even been a year,

concerned voice, Monkey couldn't hold

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