18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 641

The dawn was just breaking, and a distant rooster's crow gently nudged the countryside awake.

"Ah!"

Rosie shot up in bed, the delicate silk sheets slipping off her shoulders, revealing pale skin marked with blush traces. She was panting heavily, her face damp, unsure if it was sweat or tears.

Dylan, lying beside her, stirred and tenderly pulled her into his embrace. "Rosie, another nightmare?"

Last night, they had celebrated their wedding, surrounded by well-wishers. He had adored Rosie for over a decade, and now she was finally his wife. He had showered her with affection, yet she was still haunted by nightmares. Dylan feared he hadn't been caring enough.

"I'm okay," Rosie managed, rubbing her forehead, her heart still pounding. The dream had returned—the one with her uncle's family. Their faces were obscured and monstrous, brandishing sharp knives that hacked relentlessly at her. The pain felt so real, and no matter how much she cried or pleaded, they never stopped.

Since a hailstorm had hit her on the head, these nightmares would intrude upon her sleep. They depicted events that never occurred. In reality, her brother and sister-in-law had taken great care of her, enveloping her in warmth and understanding. After each dream, her body and soul felt ravaged, the ache so intense she struggled for breath. Often, she questioned her own sanity. She had pored over psychology books, yet the problem persisted.

Dylan wiped her sweat, asking softly, "Rosie, did I make you uncomfortable?" His words left her blushing to the tips of her ears.

Having seen the darker side of human nature from a young age, she had little faith in love, despite the affection between her brother and sister-in-law. The apocalypse had hardened her, and even in moments of loneliness or envy, she was reluctant to believe in what she saw. Lacking her brother's skills and her sister-in-law's prowess, she chose to live a clear-headed life.

So, when Dylan moved from Willowbrook to Griffith, she was touched but still turned him down. Years of spinning like a top had made her more self-assured. Her brother was now a high-ranking military official, her sister-in-law, the head of Griffith Hospital. They juggled their jobs with evenings at home, caring for their children. Uncle Gus was still diligent but now took greater joy in spoiling his grandchildren, leaving many responsibilities to her brother.

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