18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 409

From thyroid to bladder, they checked everything that could be checked.

Stella took her time going over the results, feeling pretty confident that Jasper was in good health. Then she called Rosie in with a smile, “Your turn, kiddo.”

Rosie was also given a clean bill of health and skipped out of the room happily.

Jasper walked in next, his face the picture of seriousness, “Stella, take off your clothes.”

Stella, caught completely off guard, “…”

What she didn’t expect was that two months later, just as she was about to wrestle with the CT scanner, new neighbors showed up.

From who knows where, they arrived with SUVs and motorcycles, over thirty people in total.

They looked worn out and haggard.

When a dust-covered RV appeared in front of them, they excitedly gathered around, “Anyone home?”

Survivors who made it to the high plains with vehicles like these were definitely not your average folks.

Stella didn’t want to deal with them, but the strangers kept getting closer, their eyes flashing with excitement and calculation.

Two of them discreetly pulled out guns.

Clad in a bulletproof vest and helmet, Stella opened the RV door, her eyes cold and merciless, “Need something?”

The leader, a middle-aged man, stepped forward with a smile, “Sorry to bother you, we just migrated here, and our vehicle’s out of fuel. We’re out of water and food. Could you spare some?”

“No.” Stella was impatient, dismissing them, “Move along!”

Nothing at all? They weren’t blind.

Their clothes were new and clean, their complexions fair without the high-altitude sunburn, and even the body armor and helmets looked fresh.

Surviving off an RV in style surely meant a wealth of supplies.

The middle-aged man wasn’t deterred by the rejection and shamelessly persisted, “Please help us out. We’re all in this together, you know? If not fuel, then some water would do; we’re dying of thirst here.”

As he spoke, the crowd behind him exchanged looks, and those with hidden guns tried to move forward under the cover of the group.

Before they could get close, however, gunshots rang out.

Two bullets swept past the man’s feet.

The tips of his shoes were pierced, and he could feel the heat from the gunpowder.

He fell to his knees, terrified, with a telltale wetness spreading from his crotch.

Stella did have a submachine gun at her back but hadn’t even had the chance to aim it before Jasper beat her to the punch.

She hadn’t fired yet, she hadn’t fired yet!

The attackers, not expecting to be met with gunfire, stumbled back in fear.

Jasper, holding the submachine gun, stepped forward, “Still want that water?”

Upstaged, Stella followed suit, revealing her own weapon with a fierce look, “Don’t think you’re invincible with a couple of toys and feel like robbing everyone.”

Goodness, two submachine guns!

While they were still in shock, out popped Rosie with a smile, holding a grenade, “Hello, ladies and gents.”

And then there was Cooper, unwilling to be left out, emerging with a bomb in his mouth, his fangs bared menacingly.

The crowd gasped, feeling a chill of despair within.

The middle-aged man scrambled up, facing the overpowering firepower, he could only smile sheepishly, “Misunderstanding, we meant no harm, just looking for a drop to drink. If you’re not willing, that’s fine, no need for such a big show, right?”

“Surviving through the apocalypse, and you still treat others like fools?” Stella scoffed, “Those two with the pathetic guns, if you dare to move, believe me, I’ll turn you all into sieves.”

Caught red-handed, the group was left speechless.