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."

added to the charisma of a man

a man was even

met,

a third wheel, pretended to look away while secretly turning Cooper's

look, they'll

savvy, Stella boasted with less anxiety, "Your wife is the

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

shared a laugh, inadvertently

overheard Miranda's words earlier;

he was doing. He was her only

worried but kept it from

over to inspect the purified seawater, "Is it

uncertain, "Maybe we should store it in Arcadia for irrigation and stick

fancy the idea of potential long-term

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 from the Arcadia villa, waiting for it to cool in The

for keeping things fresh, but hot food tended to lose its flavor

disaster, survivors craved food instinctively, their sense of smell sharpened beyond that of a

lukewarm meal, Rosie didn't forget to wipe down the room

on

up the

the drama queen, pretended to set

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

familiar voice halted

shocked. The

lean

a fright in the dead of

been beaten to a pulp for looking like

but blurt out, "How did

say time is a butcher's knife, but it only slices

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

hard to

the villa district, I hadn't even been a

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

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