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 man in his

man was even more

met, brimming

to look away

look,

Jasper's emotional savvy, Stella boasted with

of their relationship, Jasper replied,

shared a laugh,

overheard Miranda's words earlier; Dylan had been separated

He

worried but kept

the purified seawater,

store it in Arcadia for irrigation

the idea of

ancient viruses lurked in the ocean, and whether they could be fully eradicated? After storing the water in

Arcadia was great for keeping things fresh,

smell sharpened beyond that of

to wipe down the room to make sure

on

up the sofa bed and

to set up

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

voice

was shocked. The ghostly figure

had always been lean

in the dead

he hadn't been beaten to a pulp for

help but blurt out, "How did you

butcher's knife, but it only slices at

almost ten years, and she still looked so young and beautiful, barely a trace of time

hard

villa district, I hadn't even been a year, and yet it felt like

his sister's concerned voice, Monkey couldn't hold back the tears, his voice choked

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