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.

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

arranged for the pickup. Machinery was scarce; they

came. Loading

sunset, they were loaded and ready to

fully-loaded truck

there, night

over the radio,

on a nearby path in the dim light and quickly alerted the

"The Cyclone

it," Rosie kept watch.

interacted with the outside world;

bulletproof vests, helmets, and even the truck windows

and whether it came to

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

the base, Stella directed the truck

and as the military

the road, and

sat down for a break, munching on some granola

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

be safe. Let's

air, human and canine alike, with Cooper's deep rumbling snore sounding as if not even thunder could wake him. Silent figures crept

approached the tent flap, but a faint noise

he saw nothing and

only to feel the cold touch of metal against the

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,

tent, the

realized then-it

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

and Jasper had

her voice icy:

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