18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 406

The air raid sirens wailed, jolting the survivors awake. Some were still groggy from sleep, while others hurriedly geared up for work. Disaster had a cruel sense of timing, striking just when people were most vulnerable. Had everyone been at their workplaces, the scramble

to get back home would have been chaotic at best, tragic at worst, with families potentially torn apart in the rush to reunite.

At least in death, they could stay together.

In the distance, a convoy of massive trucks appeared on the horizon. These weren't just any trucks-they were colossal, stretching out of sight, easily numbering a dozen or more. It was clear these were loaded with cultural artifacts, gathered from across various states, intended for safekeeping in the Kindle Society's "Seed Vault."

But fate had other plans. Just as they reached the base, disaster struck. Even with a two-hour lead, there was no time to secure these priceless items for their journey across the sea. The drivers were forced to abandon their vehicles to save their own lives. An entire convoy, left deserted, with not a soul in sight.

When catastrophe looms, who has the time to worry about lifeless treasures?

As they neared the base entrance, everyone was retreating to the rendezvous point. Even the soldiers on gate duty had come to maintain order. So many relics of culture-books, seeds, machinery, antiques spanning millennia-were left behind.

Out of nowhere, Stella thought of Daniel. She stopped in her tracks and sprinted towards the trucks. Jasper didn't miss a beat, staying right beside her. As they approached, the giant trucks seemed to vanish into thin air. The three of them, along with their dog, sprinted so fast that the trucks disappeared as they passed.

took them an hour, even at their fastest pace. When they reached an open area, Stella quickly pulled out the helicopter. The trio and their dog clambered aboard, hurriedly strapping on parachutes. The process was cumbersome, but their regular practice

took out a thin rope, and they each looped it around themselves. In case of an aerial disaster, if there was no time to bail out, they could whisk themselves into Arcadia. With preparations complete, the helicopter's blades began to spin, and they slowly ascended. As Stella and her group took off, a stream of fighter jets,

land, and sea. The Air Force, carrying

meters, 1000 meters,

through binoculars, watching as dark submarines sank into the vast ocean, disappearing below the surface. Then, numerous life pods spread across the water, orange and dark red, bobbing like ping pong balls. Although Lincoln wasn't on a tectonic edge, as a coastal city, it was vulnerable to tsunamis if an asteroid struck Earth. Earthquake-resistant buses wound

base, her expression growing more solemn. Earthquakes or tsunamis could disrupt air currents. Jasper raised the helicopter to 6000 meters,

hour later, the entire globe shuddered. The ground cracked, mountains collapsed, and a vast tsunami

of the aircraft, Rosie

breathe. But Jasper was unfazed, his piloting skills unshakable. Braving the turbulent air, he climbed rapidly to 9000 meters, evading the initial

down to see rivers severed and mountains crumbled, dust spreading across the wounded earth. The

for two hours, they spotted billowing smoke rising from the ground, spreading into the sky. Below the smoke, it seemed as though

through her binoculars before responding, "It's an underground coal

shifts had torn the city asunder, and the heat had set its coal seams ablaze. They burned and spread,

speechless. Was the place they

hours later, they finally reached Han Province. Before the world's end, Han was a hub of nine provinces, a land of legendary battles. Now, it was a shattered realm, its rivers and mountains fractured, waters