18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 448

After boarding the ship, the couple found a hidden corner to huddle in, shielding their two children tightly with their bodies. The fleet faced countless storms, with some ships scattered, others capsized, and some survivors tossed into the sea. As time went on, only one ship remained.

With barely any clothes and little food, combined with overcrowded conditions, sickness quickly spread. Every imaginable ailment took its toll-starvation, disease, madness. Every day, more people died.

At first, the crew collected the bodies, but as hunger grew fiercer, the survivors' eyes shone with a desperate, hungry light, fixating on those close to death. No one knew who started it, but as soon as a sick person took their last breath, someone would pounce, knife flashing, cutting a piece of flesh from the thigh. Once there was one, there was a second. While the family was still trapped in grief, a crowd would already be upon them. By the time the crew arrived, everything was a bloody mess.

No matter how they tried to reason, warning that eating the flesh could transmit a deadly virus, their words fell on deaf ears. Logical pleas couldn't quell the gnawing hunger, and they were met with cold, sinister stares that chilled the crew to the bone. After a few incidents, the crew dared not intervene.

mouth, "Don't cry, we can't let them notice." The couple huddled in the corner, shielding their remaining child with their bodies, hiding their grief as

curiosity, "Why carry such a big kid? Is he dead?" One man even made a swallowing sound as he spoke. "My kid's sick, I'm taking him to see a doctor," Monkey said, brandishing a plastic gun fiercely, "If anyone dares to touch him, come at me if you're not afraid to die!" The imitation firearm looked real enough, and his ferocious aura froze the crowd, no one daring

gave chase to the cabin door, but Monkey had already escaped to the deck. There, amidst crew and ship security, the crowd hesitated, and the couple took the heartbreaking step of casting their child into the sea. If it weren't for their other child, Monkey and Miranda might have followed their lost son into the depths.

the dawn." Monkey, who had been through countless blind dates before finding marriage, had a wife who was stunningly beautiful. She was tough and demanding, but her beauty made him willing to

disdain, he still managed to have children with her. And after the first, the second quickly followed. He worked tirelessly to provide, hoping for a happy family, but then disaster struck. With young children, life became even harder, and he fought to survive, narrowly escaping being consumed

end of the world was difficult, but it had its silver linings. His wife, still sharp-tongued, grew warmer, perhaps fearing being traded for food as other men did with their wives. He couldn't bear the thought. If it came to that, he'd rather be sold by Miranda than to force her into such a fate. Ten hard years passed, but by clinging to fortune and with a bit of luck, their children grew, and his wife treated him ever better. But no one could

they wanted to be united. The crew, seeing their humanity, did not trouble them. Day by day, like the walking dead, Monkey was unsure how long they drifted until they awoke at Hope Point. He survived