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

Stella, I'm sorry.

Daniel, I'm sorry.

the courage to love but not to

everything but ended up with

was never what she

the deceased. Stella glanced at Lillian one last time and walked away, not back to

she reached the door, along came Bran, huffing

raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you supposed

looked at her with feigned innocence. "Yeah, but I overate last night, still feeling stuffed, so

skeptically. "You look more like a starving ghost than

"Sis, I'm craving

needed one. The guy just needed to scratch

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

beamed at her. "You're the best,

rid of

especially to someone who'd been like a

I partied with last

"Someone

brought their relatives, and one of them claimed to be a survivor from a transport ship in the Ru Province. Said they ran into a ghost

though her heart skipped

she expect her past generosity to come back

much. Hans had to patch him up with some

chill crept up

stomach. "Thought I had indigestion, but I guess

look before waving goodbye. "I'm

watched him leave,

things over before

Jasper was puzzled to see

looked uneasy as she pulled Jasper aside.

face fell. "What

recounted the previous night's gathering

was a

the supplies to Hans was manageable, but the goods from

time, and if it weren't for the cargo from the sea floor, Stella might have never considered heading to Hope Point. Circumstances aligned too neatly-the

Bran suspected something. If he could piece it together, what

they have to silence everyone? There were over five hundred