18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 94

Because of Stella’s firm refusal, everyone at 1803 decided to keep a share for themselves, while the rest was given to her for safekeeping, to be exchanged for supplies when the opportunity arose.

“What about those two households downstairs?”

Angela, known for her fiery temper, retorted, “Let’s get down there. Break their doors down, and kick them all out. They make me sick to my stomach.”

Cody, lost in thought, asked, “What about the Moores?”

The Moores were not bad. It was the other two households that were a headache. They were always scheming.

“We can’t worry about everyone else. We just need to hold down the fort at the 18th floor.”

Being greedy? There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Today’s events served as a lesson for everyone at the 18th floor. They had to be careful not to draw attention to themselves.

Angela spoke up, “When my bad luck comes, don’t do anything foolish like trying to save me.”

“Same goes for me,” Cody said solemnly. “I’m a lone wolf. If I die, no one would miss me. Don’t fall into a trap trying to save me.”

Lukas, holding Angela in his arms, declared, “Baby, if I’m going to die, I want to die with you.”

Stella pushed them away. “Are you all trying to jinx yourselves? Do you want to die?”

“Right, let’s not tempt fate. We need to stay alive till the end of time, to see the end of this disaster and the world returning to civilization.”

When Stella and Jasper left, Angela suddenly remembered something important. “Where’s our firewood?” They rushed downstairs, only to find that the firewood was gone.

Angela, with hands on her hips, shouted at the other survivors in the building, “Who took my firewood? If you don’t want to die, return it within half an hour, and I’ll pretend this never happened. Otherwise, don’t blame me for dealing with you one by one!”

This was firewood they had risked their lives to chop. They couldn’t just let others take it.

After shouting, she returned upstairs to rest.

Lukas kept track of the time and went downstairs to collect the firewood as soon as half an hour was up. To their surprise, the firewood was returned, just tossed in the hallway of the building. After a few trips, they managed to retrieve all the firewood they had chopped.

Stella sighed, “We really have a bad reputation around here.”

The firewood was a minor issue. The real problem was how to deal with these gangsters.

Stella knew where their stronghold was. If they were going to strike, they had to make sure it was a fatal blow.

These people were part of a gang, called The Chaos. Stella remembered it clearly because she had seen them publicly tried and executed in her previous life. But that was months later, far from now.

In her previous life, they not only extorted food from the survivors but also abused innocent women and harmed public servants. They were evil personified.

The survivors were in despair. The police and security teams investigated but to no avail. Later, the government mobilized special forces and even the army to eradicate The Chaos.

Apart from those who were eliminated on the spot, hundreds were publicly tried for their crimes. Their long list of crimes was so extensive that it took half an hour to read it all. They deserved to die a thousand times over.

As Stella recalled these events, important details surfaced in her mind.

In the evening, she dressed in worn-out clothes and told Angela, “I’m going out for a bit.”

Angela was concerned. “What are you going to do?”

“We can’t just sit and wait. I want to gather some information. Knowledge is power.”