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.

separations and losses, finding each other again amidst

shared a warm

together to get water, chatting about what had happened since they

instructor for the submarine crew, piloting a state-of-the-art 094A national nuclear

faced many maritime disasters, but Cole's exceptional courage and the submarine's robust

the plate collisions

by the higher-ups to teach Stella

but he could guess the couple had a special relationship with

as the safest escape equipment. A lot of times, it's about

submarine group, Cole had been

and they'll evacuate last. If all goes well, after the evacuation is complete, they'll leave by helicopter and eventually

Cristian, if it weren't for your generous guidance,

these times, food was life, and

but the skills you taught us have saved us from disaster

and Cole found it hard

a modest feast, careful to keep the bountiful supplies of Arcadia hidden. She stir-fried

cheap liquor,

seen Cooper before, so Stella didn't hide

and she opened the liquor with a chuckle, "Here, Mr. Cristian, try this local specialty. This salted fish has been aged for years, and

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

liquor hit Cole's throat, nearly bringing

during peacetime. Now it was a rarity, the original production sites long submerged. Even if white

steered clear of unpleasant topics, "Mr. Cristian, are you still leading

"Sort of."

of types, especially the small subs designed for the Seed Project,