18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 82

Cody and Lukas were immediately intrigued when they were told they were making a sled for the alpha dog. They hadn’t seen a sled in person, but they’d seen pictures. They figured they could whip one up with a bit of tinkering.

“Cooper, you are indeed a force to be reckoned with. You can even pull a sled.”

Cooper looked utterly baffled, thinking, "What's a sled?"

No worries. If his master believed he could do it, then surely he could. "Woof!"

Seeing a pile of thin, cut steel plates on the table, Stella asked curiously, "What are you guys doing with these?"

Lukas teased, "Guess."

"I don’t want to guess." Stella raised her fist. "Just tell me."

Cody explained with a smile, "You know there's a gang that’s been terrorizing the neighborhood, demanding food for protection. They’re armed, and we’re just flesh and blood. So Lukas and I thought we’d make some bulletproof vests."

Stella was taken aback. She hadn't expected them to be so prepared. But steel plates couldn’t stop bullets.

“They might not stop bullets but they could provide some cushioning. If we get shot, they might just save our lives.”

"No, no, don’t talk about such ill-fated things."

Stella felt a sense of relief seeing them trying so hard to survive. When she told them she was going with Jasper to cut some bamboo the next day, Cody and Lukas wanted to help. But the situation was getting more dangerous, and they needed to stay behind to guard their floor.

"Don’t worry about us. Anyone who wants our supplies will have to step over our dead bodies."

Stella wanted to tell them not to be so dramatic, but she knew if their floor was breached, the invaders wouldn't spare their lives.

Angela said, “Stella, remember to knock on our door when you leave tomorrow.”

After a bit more conversation, Stella returned home. Hector and Sadie were both gone. She made a hearty meal to celebrate and opened a can of pineapple flavored beer.

Tsk, if it weren't for their constantly pestering, it would've been better to let these two enjoy themselves in the post-apocalyptic world. Giving them a quick death was practically doing them a favor.

She set her alarm for seven o'clock and slept soundly until morning. As Angela had instructed, Stella knocked on the door of room 1803.

In just one night, the sled was ready, fashioned from aluminum pipes to be light and reduce friction.

Additionally, Angela brought over a thermal vest. Actually, there were two vests, with thin steel plates sandwiched in between and stitched together.

Stella held it in her hand and could feel its weight, especially around the chest area, where additional plates were added to enhance the impact resistance.

"Stella, it's too dangerous out there. Wear this when you go out. If you run into trouble, it might just save you."

They had wanted to make a vest for Cooper too, but there wasn’t enough time.

There was no rush. Everyone on their floor would get a vest. The only problem was... they didn’t know Jasper's size, and Angela was a bit hesitant. "Maybe you could ask him?"

"Why should I ask?" Stella was puzzled. "You can just ask him yourself." NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Angela was baffled. Anyone could see what was going on between them. Why would Stella hide it?

The door of room 1801 opened, and Rosie came out rubbing her eyes. "Stella, let’s go."

Stella didn't have the time to ask further. She went back to her room to change and gathered some belts and ropes.

Fearing being left behind, Cooper not only followed Stella with every step but also held the rope in his mouth, thinking, “Come on, human, help me tie the rope.”

Jasper was accompanied by Rosie, so Stella felt obligated to take Cooper with her.

When Stella got to the 17th floor, she saw the father and son of the Moore family coming out, each wielding a machete. They were also heading to Griffith Mountain to cut wood, so they all left together.

Stella didn't want to waste Cooper’s talents, so she tried to tie the sled to him when they got downstairs. Hmm, it seemed she didn’t know how to.

Mikey volunteered. "Let me try." He didn't know how to rig a sled, but he had a good understanding of physics.

After a while, he managed to rig the sled onto Cooper. "The sled could use some modifications to make it more efficient and carry more firewood." He explained his ideas to Stella.

Joey saw a dog pulling a sled, and got interested. "When we get back, try to make one. It will be easier for us to carry more wood."

They didn't have a dog at home, but they could use a person instead. It was still better than carrying the wood on their shoulders.

Cooper, being a German Shepherd, had excellent stamina and explosive power. As soon as the ropes were tied, he bolted forward like a rocket.

Rosie was stunned and quickly chased after him. "Cooper, wait for me!"

Cooper found the sled a bit strange, and it felt like something was dragging behind him. He turned his head instinctively wanting to bite it.

But this was something his master had made for carrying wood. He held back and decided not to bite!

Cooper was fast, zigzagging left and right, and trying to get used to the contraption tied to him.

German Shepherds were known for their intelligence, and Cooper, having been trained, was no ordinary dog. He quickly figured out how to move with the sled. In no time at all, he had adjusted to the sled and even turned around and barked at Stella. "Woof!"

It seemed as though he was saying, “Human, get on. I'll pull you!”

Stella was afraid Cooper would overexert himself, and didn’t dare to get on the sled. However, Cooper was insistent. He wanted to pull her around.

In the end, Stella had no choice but to put Rosie on the sled. "You can pull Rosie around."

Cooper seemed to say, “You underestimate me, do you? Watch this!”

So there they went. Cooper led the way, pulling the sled, with Stella and the others following behind.

Many eyes were on them in the neighborhood, but no one dared to mess with the people from the 18th floor. The 18th floor residents were ruthless killers. The last time someone from Building 8 had crossed them, it ended up badly. The victims were wounded with spiked clubs and later died from tetanus infection.

Rumor had it that the weakest among them was the man who had done that. The woman with the knife was even more ruthless, and one of the other men was an expert marksman. They were not to be trifled with!

After a while, Cooper stopped and turned to look at Rosie as if to say, “Get off!”

Rosie thought he was tired and quickly got off the sled, but as soon as she did, Cooper ran over to Stella like, “Your turn, master.”

Unable to resist his enthusiasm, Stella decided to test Cooper's strength and got on the sled.

Cooper spread his legs and bolted forward. If Stella hadn't been holding onto the ropes, she would have been thrown off.

So there they were, Cooper pulling Stella away at such speed that Jasper and the others could only watch as they disappeared into the distance. Feeling left behind, Rosie urged, "Jasper, let’s hurry and catch up!"