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.

more serious. He consulted with 2688. "We've got Northwesterners on our sub. They think those survivors on the ship are alright, kindred spirits. Should we bring them along?" A ship sails the seas,

objections. "Sure, you guys guide

exception, were seasoned

new base was being established and they could follow. The other side was just as

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

comes with everything-chicken feet, shrimp

asked, "How do you folks

darn it, you

angry but rather relieved, and after half an hour

the way, with 0945 extending its periscope to guide the merchant ship, keeping a watchful eye on their

three days, they sailed. They pushed hard during calm seas by day and rested

days of observation, they detected no

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

greens, bok

She whipped out a drone. The sea was calm as Jasper piloted the drone

were growing greens in old pots and cans, and they looked

chagrined Brady chuckled. "Hey, why didn't you say so

it was clear. The inborn farming gene was

so, he gladly shared the

they skillfully

sailing, they were only a couple hundred nautical miles from

seafloor rose steadily, and the currents were simpler than

readings indicated the seafloor was just over 300 meters deep-a far cry from the 9,000-meter expanse they'd crossed

The survivors on the merchant ship jumped for joy. "A fighter jet! It's one of ours!"

jet circled twice in the

equally thrilled, surfacing

remained calmer, persistently moving

to the coordinates,

035 Ming-class attack submarine, a national