Before Stella Sterling could even see what he had pressed into her hand, Gordon Ford was gone.
Stella Sterling looked down at the handgun in her palm, her eyes widening in shock.
âEven if heâs in the military, he canât just be handing these things out to people, can he?â
Gazing at the supplies on the floor, a glint appeared in Stella Sterlingâs eyes.
âWhat should I do?â
âThe guyâs so rich... Iâm kind of tempted to just rob him. Whatâs wrong with me?â
The moment the thought surfaced, Stella Sterling scorned herself. âGet a grip, Stella! Be a decent human being!â
She pushed the thought aside and tucked the gun away. Then, she hoisted all the supplies from the floor, carried them inside, and began neatly arranging them in the kitchen.
She took stock of the supplies Gordon Ford had brought: a twenty-pound bag of rice, plus an assortment of canned goods, bread, and other things. In the current situation, this was enough to feed someone for several months.
Of course, she was an exception.
She stared at the supplies, lost in thought for a moment.
ăAbove the residential complexă
A helicopter was silently departing from this direction.
In the wind and snow, Basil Xavier sat in the pilotâs seat, struggling to control their direction of flight.
In this weather, one careless mistake could easily be fatal. He didnât dare to be complacent.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Gordon Ford, who had been listless since returning. Basil Xavier tried to hold his tongue but couldnât resist. "Whatâs wrong with you? You go out to see an old flame and come back like youâve lost your soul. What, did she get with someone else behind your back?"
Gordon Ford shot him a cold glance. "Donât talk nonsense. Sheâs not my old flame. We never had that kind of relationship!"
If he werenât flying the helicopter at this very moment, Basil Xavier would have spun around and kicked him. "Not your flame? If sheâs not your flame, then why are you so invested? You made me fly all the way out here and gave her so much food. That was a monthâs worth of rations for both of us!"
"Iâll compensate you."
At that, Basil Xavier went quiet. Canât argue with a rich man.
He looked ahead. "Who is she to you, then? A relative?"
Gordon Ford didnât answer. He just stared out at the endlessly snowing sky, his thoughts a mystery.
"Itâs hopeless, just hopeless. His bodyâs back, but he left his soul behind!"
Seeing his state, Basil Xavierâs tone was exaggerated.
When Gordon Ford remained unresponsive, Basil Xavier dropped the subject. He just marveled to himself, âWho in the world did Gordon go to see? How did he end up in this state after just one visit?â
âLast time we were in this complex, he nearly lost his composure just from seeing a familiar silhouette.â
âLooks like this person he made a special trip to see is no ordinary woman.â
"Find a safe place to land. We canât keep flying!"
Gordon Ford, who had been lost in thought, suddenly spoke up.
Basil Xavier didnât understand the sudden command, but he knew Gordon Ford wasnât one to act recklessly, so he hurriedly searched for a suitable place to land.
"Whatâs wrong?"
"Somethingâs wrong. The temperature has dropped, and the snowflakes are much bigger than before!"
Gordon Ford explained quickly. He had been watching outside the cockpit the whole time and had noticed the change.
Basil Xavier didnât dare to delay. Their flight was already difficult as it was. If the weather worsened, continuing to fly would likely mean losing control and crashing.
"Found a spot! Weâll land there!"
...
ăInside the medical roomă
Stephen Lawrence stared at the meal in front of him, finding it hard to believe. He glanced suspiciously at Stella Sterling.
Seeing that Stella Sterling seemed normal, he didnât dare say anything. He just took the food and said, "Thank you."
But his heart was pounding with unease.
âJust yesterday, the demoness told me she was cutting my rations in half. But the portion in front of me now isnât smallerâitâs even bigger than before!â
It was hard not to suspect she was up to something, being so nice to him all of a sudden.
Seeing his expression, Stella Sterling knew what he was thinking. For once, she didnât curse him out. Her tone was mild. "Eat up. Iâm in a good mood today, so you get extra."
Stephen Lawrenceâs body trembled even more violently.
But Stella Sterling couldnât be bothered with him. After saying her piece, she turned and left.
Only then did Stephen Lawrence relax, finally letting out the breath heâd been holding. It seemed he had been overthinking things.
Still, he was very curious. What could have happened to put a demoness like Stella Sterling in a good mood?
Even when she spoke to him just now, she wasnât as cold as usual. She sounded more like a girl in her twenties.
Returning to the living room, Stella Sterling began to enjoy her own lunch.
Suddenly, something caught her eye. She glanced out the window and saw snowflakes, each as large as the palm of a hand, drifting down. Her gaze froze.
Densely packed, palm-sized snowflakes fell relentlessly from the sky, obscuring everything outside the window.
She picked up her phone and glanced at it. It was late August. This apocalypse had arrived about ten days earlier than in her previous life, so it had been over two months now.
Based on her past experience, the weather was indeed due for another turning point around this time.
She got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, nothing was visible but the ceaselessly falling snow. The world beyond the glass had become a vast, white emptiness. The sight was truly terrifying.
If people could previously brave the cold and wind to go outside, in this situation, they probably couldnât even leave the building.
Without shelter, anyone standing in such a blizzard would be instantly buried by the snow, unable to see the path before them.
Under these conditions, even thinking about going out to find food was impossible.
âHow on earth did I survive this in my past life?â
Stella Sterling lightly tapped the glass, recalling the events of her previous life. It still felt unbelievable.
As she watched the terrifying scene outside, a flicker of worry appeared in her eyes, her thoughts unknown.
"Why is it getting colder again?"
"I feel like itâs suddenly much colder than before."
"The snow... look how heavy the snow is!!!"
"Oh my god, itâs all snow outside the window! I canât see anything. Itâs just a dense curtain of giant snowflakes."
"Whatâs going on? Is the sky falling?"
Faint voices reached Stella Sterlingâs ears, but she couldnât see anything. Outside the window, only a dense flurry of snowflakes was visible.
Soon, the voices grew more numerous. They were the cries of alarm from the other residents in her building who had also noticed the anomaly.
Many of those voices were filled with confusion and fear.
It was a sight that even the elderly, who had lived through the previous era, had never witnessed.
"Dad, whatâs wrong?"
"Mom, whatâs wrong? Donât scare me! Quick, bring that heavy coat over here for Mom to wear!"