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.

speedboat deflated instantly. The boat was carrying more than a dozen

action, he aimed to kill. He fired several arrows, each hitting their mark. Screams echoed as the men who had just been threatening them fell

even lunging at Stella and the others

were about to climb aboard, they suddenly lost their hands. Severed clean off, the hands fell into the water with a splash. They paused for a moment, then

cut down people without changing expression, the Moore family was trembling with fear. They were witnessing a bloodbath! And it wasn't just one person, it was a

squabbles, so

the Moore family, "It's okay, you'll get

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

the speedboat made a sudden stop, sending several people into the water and nearly capsizing

were dealing with

that, especially with all those fish for the taking. So, they decided to surround Stella

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

dinghies looked emaciated and desperate for food, likely forced to join the gang for survival. They had knives, swords, and clubs, but probably no

and power at a distance, losing the advantage of the

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 instead drove the people on the rubber dinghies towards

afraid to die, but they were even more afraid of the hunger that had been torturing them. Slowly, they rowed

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

and started scooping up the fish in the

was the last chance to fish. They had to collect

collecting

had drifted with the current. The people in the

one. I got a

"I got one too!"

was edible and a welcome change from gnawing on tree bark. Many couldn't resist and started eating on the spot, as if it was the most delicious meal, even if their mouths were smeared

the speedboat, her face

hit targets 30 meters away, but its power significantly reduced beyond 15 meters. The people were unsatisfied with just scooping up the scattered fish

the first rubber dinghy entered her optimal shooting