18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 424

Adrift on the vast ocean for what felt like ages, Hans and his crew were done with being castaways. They were desperate for a place to regroup and figure out a way to reunite with their loved ones. They had faith in their nation; Hope Point would rise again, they just knew

it.

Breaking the silence, Stella asked, "Can you take him home with you?"

Hans's voice cracked, "Of course, it would be our honor."

Stella called Jasper down from the yacht to help retrieve a box containing ashes and suggested they give Hans some food and medicinal herbs as well. Arcadia's bounty of food and herbs was more than the trio and their dog could ever consume. It would be wasteful to let it spoil while Hans and his crew were barely getting by.

The journey ahead was tough, requiring them to navigate countless treacherous currents, something only possible with exceptional physical stamina. Arcadia belonged to Stella, and Jasper was more than agreeable, "How much do you want to give?"

Not only did he consent, but his heart also swelled with pride to see Stella's compassion endure despite the harshness of their new world. No one wants a partner with a cold heart.

Yet, Stella, having faced so much brutality, often used sarcasm and cold detachment as her armor, her spirit guarded like a hedgehog bristling with spikes. But those who ventured closer found a soul of tender warmth. Cody's words rang true; she was either heartwarmingly generous or piercingly sharp.

To Jasper, Stella's flaws and strengths were part of the package. As long as they didn't cross a line, he accepted her in full - it was the essence of a life lived with zest.

With Jasper's support, Stella pondered, "A thousand pounds of food, and for the herbs, how about remedies for colds, inflammation, and infections?"

a delicate balance; too little would be futile,

and wheat, and I'll help you sort out the

were packed and laboriously loaded onto the submarine. Hans rowed over in a dinghy with two team members. Seeing the urn and insignia in the box, Hans and his team saluted solemnly, their eyes reddened as

from the submarine, we've stocked up on food and medicine. Consider this a token of gratitude. May you have

world, food and medicine were precious commodities. Hans and his crew, facing daily rationing, dreamt of such supplies. Though coveted,

weren't for your metal find, the base couldn't have built more

taught us invaluable lessons; who knows, it might save us someday. We've kept what we

at food and medicine; she even supplied seeds, "When you surface for rest, try

her, "We hope to

fading into the vastness of the ocean. Stella watched the calm

his hand, "We're family, aren't we one

to argue, he simply agreed. Stella looked at him, "With U-1926 gone, do you feel lonely?" After a

you want to go to Hope Point?"

truthfully,

her

be honeycomb or capsule-style living." The thought of living in cramped quarters like Arcadia, let alone an overcrowded base, was something Stella couldn't imagine adapting to. Better to maintain the status quo and deal with changes as

laugh, "Jasper, you've become

pinched her