18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 413

Jasper knew he had to walk a fine line, balancing relationships with the deftness of a tightrope walker. Both he and Stella had been through the wringer, twice over. They'd seen the darker side of human nature, and it left them wary. Stella eyed Jasper, concern clear in her gaze. "What if one day Rosie and I have a falling out over Arcadia? What then?"

It was a loaded question, without a doubt.

Jasper couldn't provide an answer to a hypothetical, and there was no standard response. "Stella, Arcadia is yours. Don't borrow trouble."

She didn't press him further. Why consume themselves with what-ifs? It would only lead to paranoia and unnecessary problems.

The world was in chaos. Continents collided, landscapes fell, and nothing was the same anymore.

The terrain shifted, ocean currents rerouted, and predictability became a thing of the past. In the morning, you'd drift east; by afternoon, the currents would veer south, changing moods like a temperamental child and keeping everyone on edge. Stella encountered various survivors at sea-lifeboats, makeshift rafts, kayaks, and life rings.

It was like a maritime free-for-all, everyone working their own kind of magic.

Some drifted away with the current, while others passed close by, slapping the sides of their lifeboats, crying out, "Help, help me!"

Blonde hair and blue eyes-no telling where that foreigner hailed from.

Stella had enough on her plate just keeping herself safe, so she turned a blind eye.

After days adrift, the tumult of the sea calmed, and the sun broke through the clouds. Stella pulled the curtains closed and took a midday nap.

By the time Rosie awoke, the lifeboat was securely on board a yacht, which floated serenely on the water's surface.

Stella emerged, stretched in the sunlight, and planted her feet on deck, so full of joy she couldn't help but jump around.

Cooper, previously wilted, sprang to life, wagging his tail and circling them with energetic barks. "Woof!"

They were alive again.

Adrift without a destination, they had no plans to cruise about in the yacht. They'd just float wherever the sea took them, saving a good deal on fuel.

But they didn't drop anchor either. The ocean's mystery was unsettling, and they feared a sudden catastrophe might not even afford them time to weigh anchor. With no wind or waves, the yacht crept along sluggishly.

beach chair, setting a glass of juice at her side. If life was a constant escape, they might as well

rays were fierce. Jasper, ever the attentive one, offered to apply sunscreen to Stella, who giggled uncontrollably at the ticklish sensation. Rosie covered

of hours and enjoying a relaxed lunch in

but Jasper was always cautious.

to fish?"

probably pilfered from Director

wasn't much for fishing but was open to giving

him, warning with a grin,

off by a shark, you'll be

affectionately and went off

the luxurious yacht, the bed was a dream, rivaling the comfort of a

nap, Stella, concerned about Jasper's safety, slipped into casual clothes and

still there, and it looked like

leaned over to peek into the bucket but didn't expect Jasper to be wrestling with his catch at that exact moment. His warning came too late, "Watch out!" Already too late, a fish leaped from the bucket, aiming straight for

splashed back into the

"What on earth did you

distraction, it got away. Jasper reeled in his line, "A

croakers so

with a net and peered

this wasn't a yellow croaker; it was a

a protruding jaw lined with serrated teeth

the stuff

thrashed against the bucket every time Stella drew

look. Is it a

inspection, Stella was shocked to find it was indeed a yellow croaker, just grossly enlarged and deformed, making it appear incredibly vicious.

it wasn't just ugly; it was wildly aggressive. It

better to do, engaged in a bizarre

lean in,

back, it would

determined to have the last

succumbed to exhaustion,

you acting like a kid?"