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.

labor. If manpower was short, survivors from the base would also be drafted to work. The difference lay in the workload: offenders had heavier duties and were only provided with food

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

came. Loading

they were loaded and ready to

a fully-loaded truck meant they couldn't

night was falling

the

on

frowned, "The

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

world; she had no time

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

and whether it came to

military trucks also transporting coal or had other plans, they kept

base, Stella directed the truck towards Mount

military convoy split off, the pursuers edged

over at a bend in the road, and Stella stepped

Cooper, sat down for a break, munching on some

Stella pitched a tent. "Once we deliver the coal tomorrow, we can head back to base to

be safe. Let's call it a day;

Cooper's deep rumbling snore sounding as if not even thunder could wake him. Silent figures crept closer to

but a faint noise

darkness, he saw nothing and dismissed it as

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

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 a gun. Beside her stood a muscular dog, drooling at the sight of his

tent, the snoring

then-it was a

so they'd brought extra men. Now, they were all caught,

and Jasper had used

her voice icy: "Talk. Who