18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 443

Brady and his team didn't have a clue, but they figured the military higher-ups would be the last to leave, probably on a warship or plane. Stella looked worried. "The last to retreat?"

Jasper noticed her concern and turned to Brady. "Do you know what the other Kindle Society teams are up to?"

Brady shook his head. If they hadn't bumped into 2688, they wouldn't have known that East Base was tasked with building Hope Point.

The weather was good, and after two days of rest, the submarines were ready to set sail. Suddenly, at 0945, they spotted a ship at three o'clock.

Playing it safe, 2688 wanted to dive and leave, but Brady and the others noticed a red star painted on the side of the ship.

This was a sign of faith.

They decided to make contact.

Stella, wary of danger, handed Brady a bullhorn. "Hey there, friends! Where are you coming from?"

The crew on the distant ship noticed the submarines and responded excitedly in familiar language, waving and shouting, "Hey, we're from the official Northwestern Base." Northwestern Base?

Brady, still cautious, asked, "And where exactly is this Northwestern Base?"

"Qindu."

"Qindu, huh? Can you tell me how to make a proper burger?"

Indeed, nothing speaks to the soul like food. Stella nearly burst out laughing.

But just knowing how to make a burger wasn't enough for Brady. He threw out another challenge. "Fate brought us together. How about singing us some rock and roll?"

The folks on the other ship were skin and bones and barely had the energy to sing. If Stella were them, she'd want to throw her shoe at him.

But to their surprise, someone actually started singing. At first, it was just a few voices, but then more joined in.

those survivors on the ship are alright, kindred spirits. Should we bring them along?" A ship sails the seas,

had no objections. "Sure,

captains, without exception, were

ship. For safety reasons, Brady didn't share their coordinates but told them a new base was being established and they

South Base, they seized the chance to counter-question. "What do you guys

everything-chicken feet, shrimp

they asked,

it,

familiar banter, the other side wasn't angry but rather relieved, and after half an hour of negotiation, they agreed

extending its periscope to

sailed. They pushed hard during calm seas by day

observation, they

grew more vibrant. "Hey, neighbors, we've got some fresh veggies here. Want

mustard greens,

one to stand on ceremony. She whipped out a drone. The sea was calm as Jasper piloted the drone into position mode, flying over the merchant ship to take

behold, they were growing greens in old pots and

chagrined Brady chuckled. "Hey, why

inborn farming

gladly shared the coordinates

they skillfully avoided the

days of sailing, they were only a couple hundred nautical miles from

and the currents were simpler than in other

over 300 meters deep-a far cry

rest and breathe, and a fighter jet soared overhead. The survivors on the merchant ship jumped for joy. "A fighter jet! It's one of

twice in the sky, then

equally thrilled,

calmer, persistently moving

to the coordinates, the likelihood of encountering other survivors

one: a Type 035 Ming-class attack submarine, a national asset even