18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 392

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.

still required to pay their debt through labor. If manpower was short, survivors from the base would also be drafted to

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

came. Loading seventy tons of coal wasn't a

they were loaded and

truck

night was

over the radio,

leading the convoy, had spotted a shadowy figure on a

frowned, "The

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

barely interacted with the outside world; she had

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

came to defending themselves or escaping, they

coal or had other plans, they kept their

back to the base, Stella directed the truck towards Mount

and as the military convoy

over at a bend in the road, and

Cooper, sat down

eating, Stella pitched a tent. "Once we deliver the coal tomorrow, we can

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

canine alike, with Cooper's deep rumbling snore sounding as if not even thunder

leader approached the tent flap, but a faint

darkness, he saw nothing and

to feel the cold

dark as she toyed with a weapon. And pressing against his head

the tent, the snoring

then-it was

tough, so they'd brought

Stella and Jasper

aimed, her voice icy: "Talk. Who

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