18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 294

Supplies were being continuously moved from Building 32 and loaded onto the vehicles. Once the cars were filled, the security guards drove the vehicle, smashing through the wooden fence.

Next was Building 33, which, like Building 32, had no high walls for protection, just a beautifully designed artistic fence. To the rioters, it was as flimsy as paper.

The night dragged on. Sleep eluded everyone, yet no one dared to venture out. They hid in their houses, trembling with fear, praying to God, hoping the rioters wouldn't target their houses.

The lights on the terrace of Building 49 flashed on, and Austin also rushed up to the rooftop, anxiously looking into the distance.

“How are you guys?” He saw Stella and quickly picked up the walkie-talkie, “We have a basement at our place. Do you want to come over?”

Austin was not good at fighting, but he had supplies, which could prove useful. If he could get Jasper and Stella to come over, it could ensure the safety of both households.

“We’re fine here. You and Dylan need to be careful. If the rioters break in, hide in the basement. Don't try to fight them.”

The security guards were just the beginning, the knife-wielding rioters were on their way.

They were too far away for Stella to see clearly. She took a deep breath and stopped paying attention to the tragedy unfolding at Building 33. She was just a mortal, unable to play the actor of a savior.

What she had to do next was to ensure that Building 50 didn't fall during the riots.

Jasper and Stella worked together to push the sprayer to the rooftop near the front yard. As soon as they opened the glass window, gasoline could be sprayed out.

Austin, observing them, did the same, revealing his own sprayer.

Stella was dumbfounded. Austin had copied her so thoroughly, even managing to acquire the same equipment from Monkey.

The chaos continued and in less than half an hour, Building 33 had fallen. The security team then turned their attention to Building 18.

Their targets were those who had looked down upon them, treated them as less than human, and trampled their dignity. They had endured all the humiliation and now, under the cover of the eternal night, they were taking their revenge in the most brutal way possible.

They were not just taking lives but also targeting everyone, young and old, especially the young ladies and gentlemen from wealthy families.

Gunshots echoed in the night, but quickly faded.

The looting and killing continued relentlessly. The guards knew exactly where to find the victims. They had been planning this for a long time. Even when the owners' main gates were tightly locked, they simply took out the keys. They didn’t even bother to kick the doors open.

It was a devil's game.

Stella couldn't help but feel grateful that she had been cautious. The patrolling security guards had seen them bringing things home several times and had offered to help. Each time, she had refused, unlike other families who had the security guards doing more chores than their own maids, helping with everything from taking out the trash to walking the pets. These families had been exposed completely to the guards, and even their keys had been copied.

Building 50 had minimal interaction with the security guards. They didn't flaunt their wealth and even their clothes were the most plain in the neighborhood. In addition, they had high walls and electric fences, so they weren't the first targets of the security guards.

Jasper didn't want Stella to overthink, “Let's go. It's time to sleep.”

The riots would continue for three years, the security guards were just the first wave, and there would be more rioters coming.

They were just mortals; surviving the apocalypse was already a great accomplishment.

Back in their room, he tucked Rosie in, “Don't be afraid, just sleep well. If anything happens, I'll wake you up.”

Rosie obediently nodded, “I'm not scared.”

Cooper loved to run around. Jasper put a bulletproof vest on him and gave him an order, “Protect Rosie.”