18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 182

Almost simultaneously, Jasper made his move. The gang leader with the gun hadn't even seen him move before a blood dot appeared between his brows.

When Jasper pulled the trigger, he made sure it was the end. His gun was silenced, and he emptied the clip. Seven bald men fell simultaneously.

Stella hadn’t even pulled her trigger yet, and an entire gang had all been wiped out.

Jasper approached Rosie and gently wiped the blood off her face, “Don't be scared.”

Rosie threw herself into her brother's arms, shaking uncontrollably.

Cooper was excited, circling Stella, seemingly looking for praise. Stella shooed him into the truck and walked towards the van parked on the side of the road.

The tsunami had swallowed everything, drastically reducing trade. They hadn’t gathered much today, only about half a truckload of supplies – mostly dried seafood, rock salt, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and other miscellaneous items.

There was a group of survivors approaching from the distance, so Stella decided not to take the supplies from the truck.

The guardhouse had some cigarettes, alcohol, peanuts to accompany the drinks, and several barrels of clean water.

Stella left the water, but Jasper took their guns. The three of them, along with Cooper, quickly got into the truck and left before the group of survivors arrived.

They were now in Griffith. The sun was scorchingly hot, the land was dry and cracked, and the air was so hot it made one feel dizzy.

Jasper turned on the A/C.

Stella found a clean piece of clothing and asked the dazed Rosie to change into it.

Rosie was just a child, but even she had been forced to pick up a knife in this apocalyptic world. Cooper, being a dog, was more attuned to human emotions and gently nudged Rosie as a form of comfort.

In just a month, it felt like Griffith had become even more deserted. The same could be said for Sunrise Sanctuary. Many people had left, either heading for the base or the coast, in search of a place more suited for survival.

The apartment block was eerily empty, with echoes reverberating.

Upon reaching the 18th floor, Stella took out a bathtub for Rosie and Cooper to clean themselves. While they were in the bathroom, she quickly took out some furniture and, with Jasper's help, hastily set up the room.

The heat in Griffith was worse than at the coast. Even with the fan on and wearing temperature-regulating clothes, they were still sweating, so they had to move the A/C outside.

For lunch, they had ribs, meatball soup, onion crab, and green vegetables. Rosie was a bit absent-minded, eating in silence with her head down and did not eat much.

After lunch, Stella sent Jasper away and called Rosie over, “Rosie, are you scared?”

Rosie fiddled with her clothes, looking down, “Stella, I killed someone.”

Stella squatted down and patted her head, “First of all, we didn’t provoke anyone, right?”

Rosie nodded.

“Now is different from before, staying alive is what’s most important. We did nothing wrong, why should we be abused or lose our lives at the hands of bad people?”

“Hmm.”

“They were the ones who started it, and we only fought back in self-defense. If they hadn't died, they would have continued robbing and killing more people. So, not only did you not do anything wrong, you also helped rid the world of evil. You're a hero, Rosie.”

Rosie looked surprised, “Stella, I’m a hero?”

“Yes, many people will be grateful to you. So don't overthink it, you did nothing wrong.”