18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 484

Stella gazed at the figures in the distance, a wry smile crossing her lips as she was reminded of characters from her favorite drama series-the traitorous collaborators, only now they seemed to have taken on a more global flair. When they realized Stella was from the East, they sent three of their own to probe the situation.

Stella didn't mince words. "Beat it!"

Instead of anger, the trio seemed oddly pleased at her dismissal.

Dillyn, a master of appearances, nodded and bowed, the picture of polite attentiveness. "Folks, all comers are friends here. We're just looking to make connections."

Vietnam, visibly uncomfortable, stood as still as a statue, while Belarus wore a look of smug superiority, as if the world was theirs for the taking.

To Stella, they were nothing but a bunch of creeps. "I said, beat it!"

Belarus was fuming, ready to spew profanity, but Dillyn clamped a hand over his mouth, muttering a frustrated "Damn it."

Vietnam whispered a word of caution, "Ease up a bit, will you? We're all part of the same cultural sphere."

Belarus, unable to contain their disdain, spat out, "Psh, Confucius is ours, they dare to pilfer and still have the gall..."

Dillyn and Vietnam could only share a look of disbelief at their self-deluding companion. "Do you even care about the mission our leader entrusted us with?"

The mention of the 'big brother' made Belarus grudgingly fall silent.

Dillyn continued with a servile smile, "Friends from Australia, we come with sincere intentions. In times of hardship, those from the East should stick together for survival."

Stella almost laughed, "Who's 'us,' and where's 'there'?"

Sensing a sliver of hope, Dillyn proudly shared, "We represent Union Base, aiming to band together all survivors worldwide to weather this catastrophe. We have individuals from seventeen nations so far." Stella was not interested in his rosy rhetoric, "And who calls the shots at this base?"

"We believe in peace, democracy, freedom, solidarity..."

Stella was losing patience. "Who's in charge, talk or get lost!"

Dillyn's expression soured, but he still managed a smile: "It's China."

"What's required to join?"

surrender all your supplies and weapons.

hesitated before

to

you'll get your share of

the last time you had

was confused, unsure of

long's it been since your daddy China fed

forced himself to hold back.

should stick together for survival. So why

you meat and let you lick the plate clean? Or maybe you three are supposed to fight over it, and the winner gets to lick

world's flooded, lands have sunk; there's no

shots-China is? They send you,

smile was now a grimace, "So,

into it." Stella's gaze was icy as she

the dogs!"

from your place in the base too, spineless

every day, but at least they enjoyed a communal

was just scooping from a communal pot, those Aussies in the base didn't even

yet why should Australia

Belarus ranted, Jasper fired a shot

shock sent Belarus tumbling to the ground, a wet patch spreading between

accident and knew they

loose tongue and thinking that clinging to 'big brother' meant the

play by their rules, he saw the

made

"You Australians,

ignoring Belarus-better to save the food than waste it on the doomed. Vietnam, pensive, followed Dillyn

leave your buddy behind?"

"Shut up. The whole world is yours

Stella and Jasper

with Russia's recent trouble, they anticipated their own confrontation soon. They called Rosie

snow, its gaze icy and intent. Approaching the struggling Belarus,