18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 53

Hector called out to everyone to join him, but his body remained as solid as a rock, refusing to move an inch.

Well, this was awkward. They were all for breaking down the door before, but now that it was wide open, no one dared to step forward. Drew felt incredibly humiliated and chewed them all out for their cowardice.

Finding himself in the hot seat, he swallowed hard before speaking, "Stella, you only have a gun with seven bullets. Do you really think you can stop all of us?"

Yeah, as everyone regained their senses, they began shouting again. "Yeah, she only has seven bullets, what are we afraid of?"

"Right, there’s really nothing to fear. It's only seven lives after all." Stella looked at them, her voice dripping sarcasm. "Whoever wants to sacrifice themselves for the well-being of Drew, step forward. I promise to fulfill your wish. When he's sitting back and enjoying a juicy steak and a glass of wine, your wives and children will be starving to death.”

"What do you mean by that, Stella?"

"No hidden meanings, just ask you to choose seven people who are willing to die." Stella took a few steps forward down the staircase, pressing the cold muzzle of the gun to Drew's forehead. "As the leader, you should be the first to sacrifice. Let's start with you."

The gun was cold against Drew's forehead, far from the cheap plastic feel.

His heart stopped, his face turned pale, and cold sweat began to pour out, "Don't do anything rash."

"The one who's been causing trouble is you, Drew. You've threatened us on the 18th floor time and again, thinking we're pushovers?" Stella's gaze was sharp, "I'm not one to stir trouble, but I'm not afraid of it either. You've pushed us too many times, and now it's our turn to push back."

With that, her finger moved to the trigger. For a moment, all eyes were on Stella and Drew.

Stella's eyes were filled with murderous intent as she slowly tightened her finger on the trigger.

"Ahhh!!!" A sudden, piercing scream echoed from the staircase.

"Ah, help!"

People at the staircase panicked, pushing their way into the hallway.

The butt of the gun hit Drew's forehead hard, and Stella kicked him to the ground.

At the same time, Cooper pounced like a bolt of lightning, knocking down Hector who was trying to escape, and bit him with all his might.

"Ahh..."

Screams, escapes, dodges, they all took turns playing out in the crowded hallway. Someone was squeezing in from the staircase, clutching his bleeding neck. He didn't get far before he fell, convulsing on the ground, his eyes bulging, gasping for breath.

"Cooper!" Stella called.

Cooper, vicious as he was, only stopped biting Hector when he was covered in blood, then turned around and rushed upstairs. The moment he dashed in, Stella quickly closed and locked the door, keeping the swarm of people outside.

Some people were crushed against the door full of iron nails, letting out terrifying screams.

The sudden calamity caught many off guard.

Through the iron bars, Stella could see a crazed man with a blood-stained kitchen knife, slashing indiscriminately at people, letting out a beast-like roar, "Haha, you all deserve to die. You killed my daughter! I'll send you all to hell!"

Some were quick to react, pulling out knives from their clothes, but in the cramped space, they couldn't wield them effectively and ended up hurting their own people.

The madman had no such concerns, his eyes bloodshot as he slashed wildly, causing a scene of hell on earth in the 17th floor hallway.

"Open the door, let us in."

"Please, save us!"