18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 422

The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting an orange glow that slowly gave way to the impending darkness over the sea.

Stella hollered across to the other side, "So, what's the game plan for you folks?"

After drifting in the ocean's depths for so long, Hans and his crew planned to take a few days to kick back on the waves, soak up some sun, and get a decent dose of vitamin D to get their bodies back in shape. Running into 2688 had rekindled the flames of hope for 1926; they were convinced that if they just kept on cruising, they'd rally more of their kin and comrades.

South Base was gone, but the Ember Initiative wasn't about to fizzle out. They were determined to find a new haven one day.

Stella exchanged a glance with Jasper. If those guys wanted to take a breather, they'd keep a watchful eye on them. There was no harm in putting off the coordinates chat for a couple more days.

It wasn't that they distrusted Hans and his team, but they couldn't help feeling that they might be a bit too... naively kind-hearted.

What if the coordinates fell into their hands and one day they had to contemplate the annihilation of humankind, when every tribe and nation needed to band together to survive calamity?

What if the coordinates got out and attracted a horde of demons?

Dealing with natural disasters was tough enough, but if human folly entered the mix, could Hope Point truly be established?

So, Stella hesitated.

Of course, she might just be overly cautious.

Night fell, and the risks on the sea's surface were mounting. The two submarines began their slow descent, coming to rest quietly in the deep blue.

Seeing the sunlight and exchanging words with their countrymen lifted everyone's spirits; dinner portions grew by half a bowl that evening.

Maybe even Stella hadn't noticed, but she found herself humming a tune while showering.

Jasper, listening from outside, couldn't help but let a smile curl the edges of his lips.

Come morning, the subs didn't rush to surface. Instead, they waited for Blue Blue to finish scratching his itch against their hulls before powering up, to avoid the big lug from popping up in the middle of Shanghai and knocking Stella into the drink. Hans and his group, unaware of the situation, saw the massive blue whale near 2688 and frantically flashed their torches as a warning-danger was afoot.

Jasper signaled back with his light-You'll get used to it.

but manageable. If it wanted a scratch, so be it, as long as it

would likely leave both

intent

the water. 1926 surfaced a bit earlier,

and called out, "What are your plans

so she picked up a bullhorn and

join forces. Companionship would ease the loneliness, and they could look out

offer when a lookout spotted something on the horizon, "Captain,

boat? Out

too and quickly

fishing vessel, a civilian craft not too

seemed to be fishermen on board, waving in their direction, their faces

by time, sun-baked skin, and the trials of a world turned upside down by colossal tsunamis and relentless storms, the boat was surprisingly intact and operational. Both subs

just 2688, Stella would've dived back into Arcadia, but with 1926 right there, they couldn't play their hand unless

back inside the sub while he and Stella

was worried, "Brother, sister-in-law, please

instructed her, "Look after Cooper. Don't come

was geared up too, bulletproof vests worn as

navy man, focused intently on the fishing boat, gauging its speed and

three figures emerged from the

fisherman hollered their way,

Stella nearly choked.

expressions, disappointment flickered across the man's face,

Stella unresponsive, Hans tried

face lit up, thinking Hans understood, and started

head in

and constant mumbling, Stella, sharing an Eastern heritage and picking up on the elaborate body language, got the gist. Someone was ill on the boat, in

Ember Initiative members were well-versed in a wide array of

ask how many were

fisherman held up three

and asked if there were seven people in total

The man nodded vigorously.