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."

wear of time added to the

was even

eyes met, brimming

like a third wheel, pretended to look away while secretly

don't look, they'll

boasted with less

the give-and-take of their relationship, Jasper

laugh, inadvertently flaunting their

words earlier; Dylan had been

he was doing. He was

was worried but kept

over to inspect the

should store it in Arcadia for irrigation and stick to drinking

was a given. Stella didn't fancy the idea of potential long-term effects from

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

villa's Arcadia was great for keeping things fresh, but hot food tended to

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

down the room to

on the door

tidied up the sofa bed

set up her bedding for the

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

voice halted

The

been lean but now

fright in the

been beaten

but blurt out, "How did you

knife, but it only slices at

beautiful, barely a trace of time on her face, like a rose blooming amidst

was hard to

I hadn't even been a year, and yet

couldn't hold back the tears, his voice choked

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