18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 415

The ocean breeze started picking up, and thinking about squeezing into those cramped life rafts, the two who were already uneasy decided to stretch out on the deck, making the most of their freedom while they still could. "Look, a bat!" Rosie shouted as a huge creature suddenly burst out of the sea.

Jasper squinted into the distance and saw a large marine animal with a white belly and dark back gliding just above the water. He turned to his sister, "That's a manta ray. Some of them can weigh thousands of pounds. They've been around for over a hundred million years, like living fossils of the ocean..."

Rosie quickly grabbed her phone to snap some pictures.

Stella scanned the horizon with her binoculars and spotted a flotilla of sailboats about 3 nautical miles away.

But these weren't your typical sailboats; they were handmade rafts, crafted from massive logs tied together, complete with masts and sails to catch the wind.

The rafts had makeshift houses on them, loaded with all sorts of supplies.

Too far away to see clearly, it was hard to tell if the people on board were elites or indigenous folk, their skin darkened by the sun to the point of being indistinguishable.

There seemed to be dozens of them, likely living at sea for quite some time, their faces and limbs peeling from sunburn.

Stella observed closely and didn't spot any women or children, just strong men armed to the teeth with weapons like knives, guns, axes, pitchforks, and spears. They didn't look like the kind you'd want to mess with.

"Don't test humanity in an apocalypse," she thought. "It could end badly."

Handing the binoculars to Jasper, Stella said, "They might be heading our way."

After a look, Jasper suggested, "Should we steer clear?"

"Land's submerged, borders are gone. It's one big global family now," Stella replied with no desire for conflict, "Yeah, let's avoid them."

Under Mr. Howe's guidance, the novice sailor Stella took the helm of the yacht and made a sharp 90-degree turn, steering clear about 10 nautical miles, only stopping when they were sure there was no threat within the binoculars' reach. As night fell, the waves grew stronger, and the yacht began to rock like a cradle, lulling its four "babies" on board.

Rocking to grandmother's bridge was impossible, but it sure made it hard to sleep. What if a rogue wave hit in the middle of the night?

Decisive as always, Stella switched gears, upgrading the yacht to a cruise ship. The weight difference was clear; the stability was such that it hardly rocked at all now.

astonished to find

huge, even bigger than what she'd seen on

terrified, but stubbornly refused to ask questions -

a cucumber; his owner had already brought him up

Stella pondered, but she wasn't one to indulge such

with planter boxes,

years, Rosie had become not just a meatball specialist and skillet

and Cooper got busy with the soil, planting seeds and watering them, their

spirit alive - even Cooper agreed, engaging in parkour on

rope and swinging in midair,

raising poultry, but her brother disagreed, "The

was worried about; Stella wouldn't

could one attend to poultry when at any moment, one might need to switch escape modes? You can hardly take chickens and ducks with you in a life raft,

a fighter jet streaking across the sky, trailing

gray jet twisted and turned in the air, revealing a bright red star

at home, the sight wouldn't have stirred much in Stella, but adrift with

jet was flying too low, emitting thick smoke

vast ocean offered

a figure suddenly ejected, falling rapidly before a parachute

of smoke

first, and due

disappearance of its tail fin, it

attention to the sky,

the jumper was drifting towards

in a pilot's

meters... 20

parachute landed, the man sprinting on the deck, trying to

some time. Jasper, alerted by the noise, arrived with Rosie and Cooper. They gawked at the

donning a bulletproof vest and armed,

to untangle the cumbersome parachute, revealing a man