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.

the child, the wedding,

Stella, I'm sorry.

Daniel, I'm sorry.

love but

but ended up

she did have was

the deceased. Stella glanced at Lillian one last time and walked away,

the door, along came

an eyebrow. "Aren't you

her with feigned innocence. "Yeah, but I overate last night, still feeling stuffed, so I'm out for

skeptically. "You look more like a starving ghost than someone

chuckled. "Sis, I'm craving

if he needed one. The guy just

"My brother-in-law's got a couple left.

at her. "You're the

of you no matter how hard

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

I partied with last

indifference. "Someone from South

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 ship in the Devil's Sea,

her composure, though her

her past generosity to come back to haunt her at Hope

his tongue talking too much. Hans

crept

I had indigestion,

long, penetrating look before waving

leave, lost in

over before seeking

puzzled to see her. "What brings

uneasy as she pulled

fell.

the previous night's gathering and

a significant

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

considered

something. If he could piece

There were over five hundred on the transport