18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 469

Discussing why Lillian got hurt was enough to give the warden a migraine. "Area F is a madhouse, full of folks with dual diagnoses. Not a single sane soul among them, and the numbers just keep growing. We're fresh out of management strategies," he lamented. These folks might be off their rockers, but they sure knew how to pick on the weaker ones-the meek and the women.

Sure, the wardens were there, but they weren't superhuman. They couldn't keep eyes on every patient all the time, and training or reforming this crowd was a lost cause.

We've got a disciplinary ward, but what good is punishment to someone who's lost their mind?

Lillian was an easy target, bullied by both men and women. The wardens had stepped in more times than they could count. The aggressors, when lucid, would apologize, but in the throes of their illness, they lost all traces of humanity.

And Lillian? She was like wet clay-no form, no resilience. Aside from her constant, delirious cries for Stella, she was passive to a fault.

After several conversations, it was clear to the wardens that Lillian's mental state wasn't as severe as some others. With the right cooperation, she could be healed and moved to Area E.

Area E housed those with physical ailments, mentally more stable than the folks in Area F, where you had to earn your keep to get your meals.

But Lillian was a complex case.

Even in the base, it was a dog-eat-dog world. If the warden were in Lillian's shoes, he'd have fought back against the bullies. After all, they were all in the same sinking ship. Lillian, however, was prone to dodging issues, mistaking her naivety for cleverness, and always pinning her hopes on others. In the end, her reliance on others was her downfall. But as a warden, there were thoughts he kept to himself.

Listening to all this, Stella remained expressionless.

The woman before her was a shadow of her former self, a far cry from the pampered life Lillian once led.

Always depending on someone else.

What was going through Lillian's mind?

Born into a world that didn't want her, tossed into an orphanage, ignored for years, and nearly killed for someone else's gain.

Why couldn't she stop fixating on it?

Julia was her pride and joy, Daniel her knight in shining armor. Why weren't they on her mind now?

Stella watched as Lillian's breath grew ragged.

Lillian reached out, blood smeared across her face, trying to muster a smile. "Ginger... Ginger... I'm sorry... it was me... my fault."

Her arm fell limp, her eyes wide open, never to close again.

In her final moments, Lillian's life flashed before her eyes like a flickering film. She had held on to the hope of her beloved returning. And he did return.

wedding, and the blissful family

Stella, I'm sorry.

Daniel, I'm sorry.

courage to love but not

everything but ended up

was never what she truly

at Lillian one last time and walked away, not back to work but

the door, along came Bran, huffing

eyebrow. "Aren't you supposed to be hauling

looked at her with feigned innocence. "Yeah, but I overate

skeptically. "You look more like a

"Sis, I'm craving

guy just needed to scratch an

left over. "My brother-in-law's got a couple left. I'll hook you up

beamed at her. "You're the best,

"Can't get rid of you no matter how hard I

a little kindness never hurt, especially to someone who'd been like a

sis, guess who I partied

indifference. "Someone from South

survivor from a transport ship in the Ru Province. Said they ran into

her composure, though her heart skipped a

her past generosity to come back to

nonchalantly, "He bit his tongue talking too much. Hans had to patch

crept

"Thought I had indigestion,

penetrating look before waving goodbye.

him leave, lost in

mulled things over

Jasper was puzzled to see her.

looked uneasy as she pulled Jasper

face fell. "What

night's gathering and the

a

the supplies to Hans was manageable, but the goods from the fishing boats were harder

for the cargo from the sea floor, Stella might have never considered heading to Hope Point. Circumstances aligned too neatly-the Ru Province

Bran suspected something. If he could piece

everyone? There were over five hundred on the transport alone,