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.

If manpower was short, survivors from the base would also be drafted to work. The difference lay

coal yard staff quickly arranged for the pickup. Machinery was scarce; they had to wait in line for manual

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

sunset, they were loaded

a fully-loaded truck

there, night was

a voice crackled over the radio, "Sis, we're being

shadowy figure on a nearby path in the dim light and quickly alerted

frowned, "The Cyclone

look like it," Rosie kept watch. "Seems like

had barely interacted with the outside world; she had no time to

helmets, and even the truck windows were swapped for bullet-resistant glass. The only real

came to defending themselves or escaping,

were wary of the nearby military trucks also transporting coal or

back to the base, Stella directed the

as the military

bend in the road,

down

the coal tomorrow, we

secluded here, should 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 could wake him. Silent figures crept closer

but a faint noise made him look

he saw nothing and dismissed

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

chilling in the dark as she toyed with a weapon. And pressing against

the tent,

realized then-it

tough, so they'd brought extra men.

Stella and Jasper had

her voice icy: "Talk.