18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 52

The metallic gate, bristling with spikes, slowly swung open, followed by the measured sound of purposeful footsteps.

For some reason, the gathered crowd felt a knot in their throats, a sense of unease clenching their stomachs. They had seen murders happen on the 18th floor with their own eyes.

The first to appear was the young girl, her legs slender and straight, with a lethal samurai sword in her hand.

A wave of murmurs spread through the crowd. The 18th floor was infamous for their brutality, and to have this young girl leading the pack was a chilling statement.

Next came the girl rumored to be the national college boxing champion, whose punch could send a person's head flying.

Following her were two men, one wielding a baseball bat, the other a spiked club. The club was an ominous sight, a wooden baseball bat studded with rusty, sharp nails.

The last to appear was a striking man, representative of the 18th floor in both height and good looks. He wore a casual grey suit, his hands tucked nonchalantly into his pockets.

To everyone's surprise, a robust dog followed at his heels.

The crowd, angered and hungry, couldn't help but regret their previous decisions. They shouldn't have agreed to take only a third of the supplies from the 18th floor. They should've demanded everything, including the dog.

They all licked their lips, their hands itching for a fight, as if victory was already beckoning.

However, Drew felt a foreboding chill when he saw the 18th floor's show of force.

"Mr. Dew," Stella called out, "why are you blocking our way with so many people?"

Stella looked around at the crowd squeezed onto corridor. There were no elderly, weak, women or children. All of them were men, either wielding weapons openly or had them hidden under clothes.

Such was the diverse nature of life in a building full of people - some with rosy complexions, some pale and weak. Regardless of their individual situations, they were all eyeing the 18th floor.

As Stella scrutinized them one by one, she saw Hector and others in the crowd. He looked thin, his eyes hinted at a desperate hunger, and his face was pale, a stark contrast to his usual dashingly handsome self.

Seeing the large gathering on the 18th floor, Drew felt a chill run through him. He forced a smile onto his face and said, "Stella, we're just here to discuss things. Why have you got the weapons out?"

Stella was in no mood to beat around the bush, "We do not have what you want. What we have came at the cost of our lives. You cannot hope to get your hands on it so easily."

"Come on," Drew quipped, "We have no choice but to come ask you for food."

Though his side had the greater numbers, Drew didn't want to resort to violence. To defuse the situation, he said, "In desperate times, we should all stick together. Those who have food should share, and those who are strong should contribute their energy. Isn't that how we survive? In these special circumstances, we've decided not to abandon anyone or give up. We want to pool all resources together and share them so that no one in the building starves to death. Everyone else has already given their share, you can't be any different, right?"

Listening to his high-minded speech, Stella scoffed, "What if we decide not to contribute?"

"If that's not possible, loan us a third of your food. We'll return it once we get past the crisis," Drew's expression stiffened as he struggled to maintain a smile, "If you don't believe us, we can write an IOU."

"No," Stella refused flatly.

With this, there was nothing more to discuss. The situation immediately turned tense. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Emboldened by their numbers, some of the men threatened, "Why are we bothering to talk with them? Just break down the door!"

"Yeah, break the door. If they want to play tough, then we don't have to be nice either!"

"Stella, I advise you to think this through. We all live in the same building. There's no need for this hostility," Drew was inwardly pleased, but put on a face of concern, "Why can't you share a bit of your resources? Even if I agree to your terms, others might not. You're making it very hard for me."

Unfazed, Stella challenged them, "Come here if you want to break down the door."

"We're not afraid of you!" Feeling desperate and hungry, the man holding the crowbar lunged at the door.

Stella didn't draw her sword. Instead, she pulled out a gun and pointed it at the man's head.

A collective gasp echoed through the crowd. People began to back away, fearing the bullet that might be coming their way.

Drew paled, yelling, "Stella, what are you doing?"

Stella only looked back at him coldly. "I could ask you the same thing."

In the midst of the chaos, a voice rang out from the crowd, claiming that Stella's gun was a toy. Stella identified the man as Hector and challenged him to step forward.

Hector, enraged and embarrassed, stepped forward to confront Stella. "You're being selfish, Stella," he spat. "You have plenty of supplies. Sharing some wouldn't hurt."

Stella laughed in response, "And what if I am selfish? At least I didn't trade my body for food like you did."

The crowd went silent at her words. Hector, his face red with rage, threatened to punch Stella.

Unfazed, Stella opened the gate and waved the gun at him. "Come on, then."

The gate was open, and Hector suddenly found himself at a loss for words. Seeing all eyes in the room turn to him, he gritted his teeth and put on a brave front, "Don't be fooled, everyone. What she's holding is nothing more than a plastic toy."