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.

If manpower was short, survivors from the base would also be drafted to work. The difference lay in the workload: offenders had heavier duties

center, and the coal yard staff quickly arranged for the pickup. Machinery was

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

were loaded and ready

fully-loaded truck meant

night was

over the radio, "Sis, we're

and Jasper, leading the convoy, had spotted a shadowy figure on a nearby path in the

"The Cyclone

like it," Rosie kept watch. "Seems like

world;

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

was approaching, and whether it came to defending themselves or escaping,

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

base,

and as the military convoy split off,

a bend in the road, and Stella stepped

Cooper, sat down for

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

secluded here, should be safe.

Cooper's deep rumbling snore sounding

the tent flap, but a faint noise made

he saw

feel the cold touch

with a weapon. And pressing against his head was a gun. Beside her stood a muscular

tent, the snoring

realized then-it

employer had warned that this group was tough, so they'd brought

and Jasper had used

gun aimed, her

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