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.

coal miners, they were offenders not bad enough to be executed but still required to pay their debt through labor. If manpower was short, survivors from the base would also be drafted

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

Loading

were loaded and ready

truck meant they couldn't

night was

a voice crackled over the

figure on a

"The Cyclone

kept watch. "Seems

outside world; she had no time to make

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

approaching, and whether it came to defending

the thugs were wary of the nearby military trucks also transporting coal or had

back to the base, Stella directed the truck towards

as the military convoy split off, the pursuers

the road, and Stella stepped

them, along with Cooper, sat down for a break, munching

we deliver the coal tomorrow,

"It's secluded here, should be safe. Let's call it a day;

to 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

leader approached the tent flap, but a faint noise made him

pitch darkness, he saw nothing and dismissed it as

tent flap again, only to feel the cold

the dark as she toyed with a weapon. And pressing against his head was a gun. Beside her stood a muscular

the tent, the

realized then-it

that this group was tough, so they'd

Stella and Jasper had

gun aimed, her voice icy: