18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 456

Stella recounted the ferry incident, "I swapped a bottle of nitroglycerin for three houses, plus six months' rent-free."

With all the eyes on them, the family of three, all in the flesh, had already caught the attention of several survivors. Most were just envious, but she couldn't rule out those with ulterior motives. Moving to Area B2, where they'd be living among active-duty military personnel, should mean fewer problems.

They decided to move quickly, to avoid any complications. The three of them, along with their dog, had been crammed into a tiny space of just over a hundred square feet. It was far too cramped. Stella wouldn't mind making their lives a little better if the opportunity arose.

Jasper laughed, "Riding on my wife's coattails again."

Stella gave him a playful glare, "Good that you know. From now on, you're in charge of household chores."

Jasper, ever the charmer, said, "No problem, honey. Your wish is my command."

They didn't have much to move, a few trips back and forth did the job. The rooms were the same size, but combining two made them feel much more spacious.

Stella and Jasper took one room, Cooper had the living room in the middle, and Rosie got the room on the end. The sliding steel plates could be left open for a communal feel, or closed when privacy was needed. The larger space lifted everyone's spirits.

After cleaning up, Stella and Jasper went downstairs to fetch water, unexpectedly running into Cole in the corridor.

The reunion of master and apprentice was joyful, "Mr. Cristian!"

Cole had returned from a mission and learned from Hans, who was on duty after his leave, that Stella and her family had safely arrived at Hope Point.

He wanted to look them up after finishing his work and was pleasantly surprised to run into them.

Had it not been for the catastrophic plate collisions and the sinking of the land, a meeting between master and apprentice at South Base might have been a simple exchange of greetings.

adversity, and having faced so many separations and losses, finding each other again amidst

shared a warm

get water, chatting about what had

state-of-the-art 094A national nuclear submarine, carrying the middle

exceptional courage and the submarine's robust

collisions and global oceanization, submarines seem relatively safe.

selected by the higher-ups to teach Stella and Jasper

gossip, but he could guess

such thing as the safest escape equipment. A

instructor for the navy's submarine group, Cole had been involved in the survival planning

he didn't conceal anything, "The base is divided into sea, land, and air. The higher-ups need to manage all three, and they'll evacuate last. If all goes well, after the evacuation is complete, they'll leave by helicopter and eventually land on a naval ship at sea. Battle ships are high-performance, and their crews have rich experience in combating maritime disasters. I believe they'll all be safe." Stella smiled, choosing not

Stella invited Cole over for dinner, "Mr. Cristian, if it weren't for your

these times, food was life, and Cole quickly

the skills you taught

took turns insisting, and Cole found it hard to

Arcadia hidden. She stir-fried green beans, steamed salted fish,

also brought out a bottle of cheap liquor, making sure to

Cooper before, so Stella didn't

try this local specialty. This salted fish

didn't kill you, it was fine, and today's spread was a veritable

Cole's throat, nearly bringing

drink in any little shop during peacetime. Now it was a rarity, the original production sites long submerged. Even if white spirits could be distilled again, the glory days were gone. Cole couldn't help but drink

and chatted, Stella steered clear of unpleasant topics, "Mr. Cristian, are you still

"Sort of."

designed for the Seed Project, built to withstand disasters, with very specialized capabilities. Cole