18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 392

After Cody and his crew left, Stella sank into the couch, leaning quietly against Jasper's shoulder.

Jasper wrapped an arm around her. "What's up?"

"I'm just really happy, content," Stella said, hugging his neck. "Jasper, thank you."

He chuckled. "Thank me for what?"

"For everything." Stella smiled at him. "For meeting, getting to know each other, falling in love, being understanding, forgiving..."

Everything felt so perfect. She wanted it to last forever, to grow old together without parting.

Jasper held her close, his heart filled with contentment.

In the kitchen, Rosie pretended not to notice her brother and sister-in-law's intimacy as she washed the dishes. She saw nothing, knew nothing.

But Cooper, the rascal, was sneakily peeping from the doorway. Rosie dragged him back by his ear, "Not allowed."

The next day, waking up naturally, Stella savored Rosie's homemade oatmeal and chatted with Jasper. "We don't have much on today. How about we haul the coal back?"

The base was about fifty kilometers from the coal yard, and with many places needing coal, trucks made the trip regularly, which was relatively safe.

Jasper had no objections; it was better to bring it back early and store it in Arcadia to avoid any potential issues.

After their home had been tampered with, they couldn't take any chances. Anything of value needed to be secured.

Jasper plucked a few hairs and stuck them in the door jamb as they left.

The road to the coal yard was clear, but the muddy track was so rutted and bumpy from repeated use that it nearly shook their guts out.

Armed soldiers guarded the coal yard, which was operated by the Kindle Society, and all the office staff were military dependents.

survivors from the base would also be drafted to work. The difference lay in the workload: offenders had

center, and the coal yard staff quickly arranged for the pickup.

hours, their turn finally came. Loading seventy tons of coal wasn't

loaded and ready

truck meant

there, night

the radio,

and Jasper, leading the convoy, had spotted a shadowy figure on a

frowned, "The Cyclone

Rosie kept watch.

with the outside world; she had no time

even the truck windows were swapped for bullet-resistant glass. The only real concern was the

it came to defending themselves or escaping, they weren't

transporting coal or had other plans, they kept their distance, stalking but not

back to the base, Stella directed the truck towards

quickly, and as the military convoy split off, the pursuers

at a bend in the road, and Stella stepped

Cooper, sat down for a

we deliver the

be safe. Let's call

the tent, and soon, a symphony of snores filled the air, human and canine alike, with Cooper's deep rumbling snore sounding as if not even thunder

tent flap, but a faint noise made him look

darkness, he saw nothing and dismissed it

tent flap again, only to feel the cold touch of metal against the back

the tent, her expression chilling in the dark as she toyed with a weapon.

the tent, the

realized then-it

employer had warned that this group was tough, so they'd brought extra men. Now, they were

Jasper

stepped forward, gun aimed, her voice icy: