18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 127

Stella had anticipated it, but she feigned surprise nonetheless, "What are you talking about?"

"I've died once, and now I've been reborn."

No, no, no, this was not something she could handle. It was dangerous!

"This house belonged to my grandma. She passed away some years back, leaving the property to my mom. But both my parents died in a car accident, leaving young Rosie behind."

The nature of his special job meant that Jasper couldn't go home, so he had to have Rosie lived at his uncle's house.

Finally, when he was able to get some time off, he bought a ticket to return home to visit Rosie, but a superstorm hit and the train had to stop at Griffith for safety. No one could have predicted that this storm was the beginning of a great disaster.

As soon as he was sure he couldn't get home, he didn't hesitate to join the disaster relief efforts in Griffith. He saved people during the storm, transported supplies during the floods, and fought against the crime syndicates in the freezing cold.

In the negative seventy-degree cold, he finally made it home after enduring numerous hardships.

But there was no Rosie, just a clean, picked-over skeleton that hadn't been disposed of in time.

Despite experiencing such heart-wrenching pain, he still believed that not all survivors were monsters. Being a military policeman, he suppressed his grief and chose to stand with the nation.

He persisted for ten years, unable to count how much food he had given away, or how many people he had saved.

Initially, people were grateful to him, but later they complained about the lack of food and poor living conditions.

How did he die?

After working tirelessly for 12 hours straight in the flood rescue operation, he saved a large group of people and was so exhausted. But he got slashed by a metal object submerged in the water.

When he got to shore, people gathered around him, expressing concern for his well-being. Later, as he developed a high fever and became delirious, their expressions began to change. They went from hoping he would recover, to hoping he would die quickly.

Some, who were more impatient, even kept fiddling with the knives in their pockets.

Stella's head was buzzing; she thought her life was tragic enough, but his story... no wonder he was so ruthless when he fought.

"Stella, I've been given a chance to make up for my regrets, and I won't be greedy for the chances of others." Jasper's voice was heavy, "I'm telling you all this and showing you the supplies, just to get you to lower your guard."

But she had to admit, when she saw his over a hundred cubic feet of supplies, she indeed felt a sense of relief.

Having survived for ten years in this post-apocalyptic world, he had witnessed every kind of natural disaster. Given the chance to start anew, of course he was better prepared than she could even imagine.

Stella chuckled, "You're telling me this, aren't you afraid I'll steal your supplies into Arcadia and run away?"

Jasper retorted, "Would you do that?"

"I'm not a good person, but as long as others don't covet what's mine, I won't covet their belongings."

Both of them had laid their cards on the table; they were even now.

Stella reached out to open the door, but he suddenly grabbed her hand. "Stella, can you give me a chance?"

Stella was a little dumbfounded, her mind in a daze.

"I've fallen for you." And he was finding it hard to control himself.

Stella was a little embarrassed, "Didn't we agree to be friends and neighbours?"

"Yes, but I still want to fight for a chance." Jasper had his reasons, "Plus, I don't think you feel nothing for me. You're just worried about Arcadia being coveted."

Stella was rational, "I think it's more appropriate for us to be neighbors and teammates than lovers."

He was so persistent that it seemed even those two roles wouldn't be suitable anymore.