She took the elevator to the fourth floor. Over the past few days, the snow had piled up to the halfway point of the third floor, making it impossible to exit from there. The only way out was from the fourth floor.
Stella Sterling stood by a window. It was also covered in a layer of snow, but there were numerous handprints and footprints on it, likely from others who had left before. Just before Stella arrived, a young man had just vaulted out.
The fourth-floor hallway window was still over a meter above the snowpack. Stella leaped down, her feet sinking deep into the white powder until it was nearly up to her knees. A bone-chilling cold instantly surged up her legs.
Since the apocalypse began, aside from a trip to the Sterling Family's home on the second day, Stella had remained in her apartment. She hadn't left the residential complex, spending her days with the heat on. The sudden exposure to the outside temperature and biting cold took her a while to get used to.
