"Yeah, yeah! You're so amazing, miss! You killed the bad guys and saved us. You're a great hero!"
The little girl said happily, tears from her earlier fear still streaking her face.
But now, her smile was completely genuine.
Stella Sterling paused, then burst out laughing. Those two words, "great hero," felt so out of place when applied to her.
After all, she was used to being cursed. Back at the Orilon Complex, people had called her a devil to her face, and even more had cursed her behind her back.
This was the first time anyone had ever called her a good person.
'A good person...' That word felt so foreign.
Seeing Stella Sterling laughing so heartily, the others around her began to smile as well.
In their hearts, Sterling was a true hero.
The hero who had saved them.
In the apocalypse, people were accustomed to life and death. Many had grown numb, most just looked out for themselves, and no one went looking for trouble.
Even those with the power to help wouldn't risk it.
