18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 468

Wonder how they're doing after all this time? Would've been great if they'd come to Hope Point with me."

Hans was no slouch when it came to professional skills, but when it came to quick thinking, he always seemed a step behind. Yet, even he could sense something was off this time. A vast stretch of sea and a sudden bounty of dew-kissed greens? It just didn't add up. He stood there, dumbstruck for a moment before a jolt of realization hit him. He remembered the aid 2688 had given to 1926 and blurted out, "Hey, look at me with my forgetful head. This medicine, I got it from South Base. What my friend sent is a whole different batch. As a soldier, Hans rarely lied, and now he was sweating bullets, his eyes darting around guiltily. But the injured man didn't dwell on it, saying, "So the mysterious Samaritan pointing us the way, the one sending food and supplies, they're from South Base?"

Bran chuckled, "Does it matter if it was a person or a ghost, where they came from? They meant well, didn't they? Otherwise, they wouldn't have helped you guys out of that tight spot, making sure you made it to Hope Point alive."

"That's true," the man admitted gratefully. The supplies from those ships saved over five hundred souls, something they would remember with gratitude for the rest of their lives. From Hans' story, it seemed like the mysterious benefactor was indeed from the southern military base.

To find such compassionate kin during a natural disaster filled him with pride. The others murmured in envy, "You guys got lucky. How come we never ran into them?" Some teased, others speculated; the truth behind the ghost ship was a matter of belief. But Bran's gaze on Hans was tinged with contemplation. He knew that Hans had met his sister and brother-in-law at sea.

After a few minutes, the bleeding miraculously stopped. The injured man couldn't talk much, so the ghost ship story ended there, and the conversation naturally drifted to other topics. As the night deepened, the party feasted to their hearts' content, saying their reluctant goodbyes before hurrying to catch the last ferry, as tomorrow was another early day of bricklaying.

Bran sat on the outermost seat, letting the cold sea breeze slap his face, his mind a tangled mess...

Stella was quite happy on her end. Rosie had caught the leadership's eye and was soon to be transferred to Area A as a reserve officer. In the few months since arriving at the base, she'd become livelier and made some new friends. They weren't the heart-to-heart type, but they were decent folks, and that was more than enough.

could with what they had. The herb garden was expanding, and she and Collin were busy teaching students. The base had its share of challenges, but the future looked promising. Life was

into Jasper's arms, "Jasper, are you happy with our

he replied without hesitation. Having been given a second chance at life, not only were his loved ones by his side, but

and Cooper are still awake." It took Jasper a few minutes to regain his

Jasper

arms, and Stella dreamed of meeting Jasper in a crowd, their eyes locking from

up, feeling both sleepy and blissful, she rushed to get ready. After seeing Rosie

twitched incessantly.

Stella replied, "My eyelids keep twitching. I've got this uneasy feeling." She had a bad premonition, as if

her mouth

the biting cold, their eyes alight with hope at finally reaching solid ground. This place could be a new home, the end

heading to their respective jobs. Stella's morning was uneventful until she was called away from the gardens to an emergency case. Around ten o'clock, a nurse came rushing, "Dr. Ginger,

up on finding a cure, hoping one day to develop a treatment for these special cases. The patient, brought by the

approaching. The patient was emaciated, barely more than skin and bones, unrecognizable from her former self. A female patient, attacked during a walk by another suddenly violent

Arms, legs, abdomen-wounds