18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 112

Stella was out walking her dog, Cooper.

The neighborhood had grown much quieter after a few notorious gangs had been dealt with, and with the presence of a regular neighborhood watch, peace had seemingly been restored.

It was strange, though. The police were calling on citizens to report any criminal activities, and while many in the neighborhood did not like the group living on the 18th floor, no one ever reported them.

The harmony was slightly eerie.

Everyone avoided any confrontation with the group living on the 18th floor, always steering clear when they spotted them. Even when Cooper was out on his own, no one dared to mess with him.

If they had any hot dogs or meatballs, they would've bribed the dog long ago, hoping to get into the good graces of the group living on the 18th floor by leveraging Cooper's status.

Some even thought of asking the Moore family to mediate, but after what had happened before, Katie flatly refused, wanting no part in these messy affairs.

After The Chaos was disbanded, the Palmer family moved back from their safe house. They didn't dare to live on the 17th floor anymore and chose to return to their own home instead.

When the Palmer family came to collect their belongings from the 17th floor, Katie greeted them politely but didn't let them come up. She asked her daughter-in-law to help them move their stuff down.

Stella walked Cooper until it was dark. She put Cooper in her backpack, put on her ice skates, and skated towards the police station.

She had initially planned to drop the letter into the city hall's mailbox, but there were always too many people around. Moreover, she was afraid that her letter would be overlooked or not believed and simply discarded.

After thinking it over, she decided to give the letter to the police. The police had believed her tip-off letter before. Seeing the familiar handwriting this time, they would probably be more inclined to believe the contents of the letter.

If the police forwarded it to the city hall, it would be taken more seriously. That was all she could do for now.

Under the cover of darkness, Stella evaded the neighborhood watch and silently approached the police station.

Surprisingly, there was an officer on duty. While it was a good thing that the law enforcement environment was improving, Stella couldn't get close.

After thinking it over, she let Cooper out. "Go, Cooper."

Upon receiving the command from his owner, Cooper grabbed the letter and, with a light run-up, leapt over the two-meter-high wall without making a sound.

Once inside the courtyard, he avoided the lights and crawled forward. While the officer on duty got up to fill his water, Cooper quickly put the letter on the desk.

Cooper jumped back over the wall and into Stella's arms. Stella rewarded him with a piece of jerky. "Good boy."

The officer turned around and was surprised to see a letter on his desk. If he wasn't a staunch atheist, he would've screamed right there. Especially after opening the envelope and reading the contents, he was immediately filled with a sense of dread.

He couldn't help but laugh at the content of the letter. The world was in chaos, and people were going crazy, claiming that the world was about to end, and everyone was going to die.

There was also a mentally ill person who came to the police station babbling about how he had developed supernatural powers and could communicate with the gods. He claimed that anyone who sincerely offered fifty pounds of food and oil would be given a ticket to escape the Earth on Noah's Ark on Christmas Eve.

The police station was already understaffed. Being tormented by various people and events, they were about to go mad. Letters like the one tonight were all too common.