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.

executed but still required to pay their debt through labor. If manpower was short, survivors from

the work order from the center, and the coal yard staff quickly arranged for the pickup. Machinery was scarce; they

their turn finally came. Loading seventy tons of coal

were loaded and ready

a fully-loaded truck meant they couldn't

there, night was

a voice crackled over the radio, "Sis,

a shadowy figure on a nearby path in

"The

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

interacted with the outside world; she had no

up in bulletproof vests, helmets, and even the truck windows were swapped for bullet-resistant glass.

came

thugs were wary of the nearby military trucks also transporting coal or had other plans, they kept

heading back to the base, Stella directed

and as the military convoy split off, the pursuers edged

the road, and Stella stepped out to

Cooper, sat down for

we deliver the coal tomorrow, we

safe. Let's call it a day; we've

filled the air, human and canine alike, with Cooper's deep rumbling

flap, but a faint noise made him look

saw nothing and dismissed it

only to feel the cold touch of metal against the back of his

he turned on a light and saw Rosie standing beside the tent, her expression chilling in the dark as she toyed with a weapon. And pressing against his head was

tent, the snoring

realized then-it

that this group was tough, so they'd brought extra men. Now, they

Jasper had

aimed, her voice icy: "Talk.