Stella Sterling hesitated for a moment. "Alright."
'Someone of his status won't stay in this complex for long. Once the blizzard outside dies down, he'll leave, and after that...'
'In this apocalypse, it'll be hard for us to ever meet again...'
After a brief exchange, Stella Sterling left the 27th floor.
But this time, she had barely been home for a moment when there was a knock at her door.
At first, she thought it might be Gordon Ford and the other person, but then she heard a clamor of voices outside. It was noisy, and the voices definitely weren't theirs.
Stella Sterling raised an eyebrow. 'Don't tell me it's more people from the building, here to beg me for food?'
It wasn't that these people knew how much food she had; they just went from door to door, begging everyone. If they managed to find even one soft-hearted person, they'd count themselves lucky.
