18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 433

The massive drone, after colliding with the underwater vessel, tore away from the ocean's whirlpool, bobbing up and down amid the thunderous waves, emitting a deafening wail that echoed through the air. The abyss on the ocean floor expanded wildly, as if eager to

swallow everything in its path.

...

With considerable effort, Stella managed to bring the full-speed submarine into the haven of Arcadia. Thank goodness it wasn't moving too fast; a speeding helicopter might have turned Arcadia into a pile of shrapnel. Of course, that was just her guess-Stella wouldn't risk testing it unless absolutely necessary.

Once the submarine was securely docked inside Arcadia, Jasper quickly reached out to steady Stella as she swayed with exhaustion. "Stella, you okay?"

"I'm fine," she insisted, slumping into a chair.

Jasper unwrapped a chocolate bar and popped it into her mouth. "Here, get some sugar in you." Feeling dizzy, Stella leaned her head on his shoulder. "Wonder if Iran got sucked into the vortex?" "Even if they didn't, they're in for a world of hurt."

Once they had both caught their breath, they hurried to check on Rosie and Cooper. "You guys okay?"

Stella couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt thinking about Iran's fate. Cooper was fine, wagging his tail non-stop. Rosie, however, felt a bit queasy and dizzy. After a thorough check, Stella was relieved to find no serious injuries.

Chasing Iran for an entire day and night had pushed them all to their limits, both mentally and physically. After securing the scattered items inside the submarine, Stella and Jasper laid out a feast on the dining table, inviting their furry companions to join them. In the grand scheme of things, a good meal trumped all.

Meatloaf, surf and turf, crab cakes, braised beef, and fresh veggies. The portions were generous, and the three humans and one dog ended up stuffed to the brim. After a short rest and a clean-up, it was time to sleep.

Resting her head on Jasper's arm, Stella thought deeply. "We should tell Rosie about Arcadia."

Rosie was smart, and Jasper had raised her well. She was so well-behaved she rarely asked questions. But that didn't mean she knew nothing. Growing up in an orphanage and surviving the calamities of two lifetimes had made Stella wary and distrustful. Without repeated life-and-death bonding, she found it hard to trust unconditionally. Rosie was practically raised by her, after all.

had developed a strong bond. Stella was like a sister and a mother figure to her. Rosie, having survived nine years of disaster, didn't resent but rather appreciated Stella's presence, even when faced with death. She had

was not only smart but also grateful.

Jasper by surprise.

the uncertainty of the future I worry about. But we can't predict tomorrow,

weary of using Jasper as a shield all the time. As for the future, they'd deal with that when the

to her," Jasper said, holding her tight. "Stella, no matter

Through thick and thin.

other's arms, their bodies and hearts as close

It was surprisingly resilient; despite the collision with Iran, there wasn't even a scratch. After spending some time outside,

control room to check on the systems while

a mix of shock and familiarity at the sight of The Garden's lush vegetation, the rows

how many times we survived on these supplies, the medicine, and escape

her

I lied to you," Jasper confessed. "This is Arcadia, a chance Stella got from the apocalypse. It's not compensation

understand. "What is

a magic pouch that can store and retrieve things at will... A place to keep our stuff

explaining Stella's Arcadia

the catastrophes. It was activated by the good fortune amassed by Stella's ancestors. Maybe when the

amassed good fortune, which is why

was the good

her shoulder. "Arcadia belongs to Stella. She makes the rules. She shares it with us because she loves

storage, a lifesaver in a pinch. It appeared unexpectedly and might vanish just as quickly. We can't afford to become complacent or greedy just because it shelters us. Our true strength will always come from within, not from external things." Rosie looked at the objects before her, her gaze clear and resolute. "I

hair.

answered without

Will you respect and take care of her for the rest