18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

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.”

Cooper dragged his doghouse into the room and quietly guarded the room. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

The villa had good sound insulation, blocking most of the external noise, whether it was cries of despair or wild laughter.

“Last lifetime, how did you survive?” Stella asked, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Jasper didn't want to dwell on the past tragedy, but he felt it was necessary to tell her.

“Many people died in the big earthquake, including police and soldiers. Despite the devastation, it's undeniable that there were more resources for survival than now. During the eternal night,

everything was in chaos, everywhere there was looting and burning, more police and soldiers sacrificed themselves, until finally…"

They had to resort to harsh measures to suppress the riots.

But the rioters were like unleashed beasts, and the eternal night was their best cover.

At first, the suppression was effective, but as time went by, they became better at disguising themselves. One moment they were knife-wielding devils, and the next, they hid in residential buildings, pretending to be innocent civilians.

When facing criminals, police or soldiers might not even blink, but when facing innocent civilians, they hesitated. And this hesitation often led to their death.

A moment of distraction or negligence, and a sharp knife would pierce their hearts.

Under the relentless natural disasters, the hearts of these devils had twisted. Initially, they killed swiftly, but later, they took pleasure in torturing the police and soldiers.

Stella's heart tightened. She instinctively grabbed Jasper's cold hand, “Were you also captured by them?”

“No.”

He didn't want Stella to know about the excessively bloody past. He and his comrades chased the rioters into an alley. Due to the eternal night, they couldn't see clearly. The rioters removed their masks, some pretending to be attackers, others victims, a blood-soaked knife held to a child's throat.

The child was about Rosie's age.

Jasper felt a pang and agreed to let them go. Little did he know that the little girl would stab him with a dagger. They managed to escape with serious injuries, but some of his comrades never made it out.

Having shared a bed for many years, Stella wasn't oblivious. She could tell from his movements that he must have experienced countless brutal incidents to maintain his composure today.

She turned over and hugged his neck, sighing deeply, “We're not saviors. Let's sleep.”

Even though they said they were going to sleep, neither of them actually did. Outside, the gunshots continued, becoming slightly more frequent.

Stella counted silently in her heart. There was a total of sixteen shots. If she wasn't mistaken, it should be the Porras family fighting back.

The Porras family's villa was four stories high, and each floor had optimal firing points.

With police and bodyguards inside, not to mention weapons, even if they never left their home, dealing with dozens of security guards wouldn't be a problem.

Don't be fooled by Bran's casual demeanor. His shooting skills were top-notch. He used to invite his pals over for a game of clay pigeon shooting and was a premium member of the shooting club.

Finally, the outside quieted down.

Stella fell asleep without knowing it, and when she turned on the lights again, it was already after eight in the morning. Outside it was still pitch dark.

After breakfast, just as she opened the walkie-talkie, Bran's loud voice came through. "Stella, I hope last night didn't scare you? I've chased off those guys."

"Wow, you're pretty badass, Bran."