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.

deflated instantly. The boat was carrying more than a dozen people, who soon started to panic. "Shit,

each hitting their mark. Screams echoed as the men who had just been threatening them fell into the depths

water, even lunging at Stella and the others in a desperate attempt to seize their chance at

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

with fear. They were witnessing a bloodbath! And it wasn't just one person, it was a boatload. Before

prone to squabbles, so why had they suddenly turned into

used to such scenes, reassured the Moore family, "It's okay, you'll get used to

speedboat were gone. The people

speedboat made a sudden stop, sending several

dealing with ruthless

bear to leave just like that, especially with all

do now?" Amber asked, distressed. There were still over twenty men, all armed. If they decided to

The people on the speedboat seemed to be members of a gang, while those on the rubber dinghies

nail gun and the crossbow lost their accuracy and power at a

afraid of them rushing over. But if they decided to surround and not attack, that would be a problem. As she predicted, the tattooed men didn't dare to approach and

but they were even more afraid of the hunger that had been

said, "As long as they don't come close, we

and started scooping up

was exposed, so today was the last chance to fish. They had to collect as much as

collecting the fish. There

the current. The people in the rubber

one. I got a fish. We have

"I got one too!"

spot and using their knives to slice off chunks of 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 it

on the speedboat, her face stern

nail gun could hit targets 30 meters away, but its power significantly reduced beyond 15 meters. The people were unsatisfied with just scooping up the scattered fish and wanted to approach

When the first rubber dinghy entered her optimal shooting range, she raised her hand and