18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 62

Bad news never came alone, and the others started to get nervous, especially the Moore family, who were not accustomed to such a fracas. They were all refined folks. But the end of the world was no place for refinement, forcing them to pull out their kitchen knives from

their

bags.

The speedboat revved up, and the tattooed men started to holler, while the others followed closely behind in their rubber dinghies.

When they saw the fish belly-up in the water, and the bags on Stella's boat filled to the brim with fish, their eyes gleamed with greed.

About thirty feet away, the speedboat stopped. A burly man brandished a large machete and barked, "Leave the fish, the boat, and the dog, and we might spare your lives."

To them, these two women and four men, apart from the tall man, the rest seemed totally useless.

Stella asked, "If we give you everything, how do we leave?"

"That's not our problem. If you're lucky, you can swim away without drowning."

"You're a pretty little thing. If you take care of us, you can stay."

Listening to their lascivious words, Jasper's brows furrowed. Stella, on the other hand, remained unfazed. "So, there's no room for negotiation?"

"Enough of your damned chatter. If you don't want to live, leave your life behind. I promise you'll enjoy tonight... Ahh..."

Before he could finish his sentence, an arrow pierced his chest. He fell into the reservoir, arrow and all. Everyone was stunned to see Jasper holding a crossbow, its arrows razor-sharp. Stella wondered, how many weapons did he have?

Regardless of her thoughts, she didn't hesitate to act. She picked up a nail gun and fired several shots. She didn't aim at the people, but at the speedboat.

dozen people, who soon started to panic. "Shit, they have

action, he aimed to kill. He fired several arrows, each hitting their mark. Screams echoed as the men who

water, even lunging at Stella

crossbow, and grabbing the rope on the speedboat. Just as they were about to climb aboard, they suddenly lost their hands. Severed clean off, the hands

changing expression, the Moore family was trembling with fear. They were witnessing a bloodbath! And it wasn't just one person, it was a boatload. Before the Moores had a chance to

prone to squabbles, so

such scenes, reassured the

all the people on the speedboat were gone. The people on the other

driving the speedboat made a sudden stop, sending several

were dealing with

couldn't bear to leave just like that, especially with all those fish for the taking. So, they decided to surround

over twenty men, all armed. If they decided to attack, they would be in trouble due to their numerical

the rubber dinghies looked emaciated and desperate for food, likely forced to join the gang for survival. They had knives, swords, and clubs, but probably

the crossbow lost their accuracy and power at a distance, losing the

problem. As she predicted, the tattooed men didn't

but they were even more afraid of the

as they don't come close, we don't need to deal

the others snapped back to reality and

chance to

could deal with them later after collecting the fish. There was no need to waste time in a

drifted with the current. The people in the rubber

got one. I got a fish. We have

"I got one too!"

raw flesh. The raw fish was pungent, but it was edible and a welcome change from gnawing on tree bark. Many couldn't resist and started eating on the spot, as if

speedboat, her face stern as

nail gun could hit targets 30 meters away, but its power significantly reduced beyond 15 meters. The people were unsatisfied with just scooping up

entered her optimal shooting