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.

boat was carrying more than a dozen people, who

arrows, each hitting their mark. Screams echoed as

to survive kicked in, and several people floundered in the water, even lunging at Stella and the

were about to climb aboard, they suddenly lost their hands. Severed clean off, the hands fell into

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

and not prone to squabbles, so why had

who was used to such scenes, reassured the Moore family,

the speedboat were gone. The people on the other speedboat, who had been brimming with murderous

idiot driving the speedboat made a sudden stop, sending several people into the water and

dealing

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

over twenty men, all armed. If they decided to attack, they would be

seemed to be members of a gang, while those on the rubber dinghies looked emaciated and desperate for food, likely forced

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 instead drove the people on

die, but they were even more afraid of the

they don't come close, we don't need to deal with them.

others snapped back to reality and started scooping up the fish in the

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

collecting the fish. There was no need to waste

with the current. The people in the

I got a fish. We

"I got one too!"

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

speedboat, her face stern

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

say anything. When the first rubber dinghy entered her optimal shooting range, she