18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 486

Jasper thought the man with the pleading blue eyes looked familiar. Wasn't he the same guy who blew a kiss at Stella from across the room yesterday? "Darling," he whispered, barely audible above the whistling wind, "time to send him to meet his maker."

With a swift motion, Jasper's blade met the man's neck, ending his life. The other two shared the same fate, their souls quickly sent to the afterlife. "Rosie, take over the patrol," Jasper instructed as they headed back inside their sanctuary, Arcadia.

Worried that the melting snow would ruin their arsenal, they dug tirelessly with shovels in hand. After more than an hour, they unearthed a treasure trove: eight submachine guns, five daggers, sixteen pistols, wristwatches, gold chains, and a heap of clothes and shoes. Stella, superstitious about bad luck, tossed the clothes and shoes into a shipping container in Arcadia, not even allowing them into the villa. The melting snow was repurposed in The Garden to irrigate the crops.

The massacre of sixty Union Base members meant a fierce feud was inevitable. But Stella was indifferent; they hadn't given her a choice, and constant silence would only embolden them.

"Hah, just seventeen branches of their network," she scoffed. "Our ancestors have fought them before. If we could win once, we could win again. And if push comes to shove, why not turn it into a sports event?" She chuckled at her own joke.

As night fell, Stella ventured out to dispose of the bodies and collect snow. Keen to avoid any ill fortune, she went further than usual, clearing the surrounding snow first, then dumping the bodies on the frozen surface before covering them with a fresh layer. With two floors' worth of snow stockpiled, Stella returned indoors to rest.

Expecting the Union Base to strike back that very night, Stella was surprised when dawn came with no sign of them. Instead, the Russians paid another visit. Armed with a few pounds of potatoes and corn, they still sought an alliance with Stella.

Never underestimate the Russians' intelligence capabilities; they were aware of yesterday's events. Indeed, the Australians were a force to be reckoned with. Usually reserved and patient, but ruthlessly efficient in combat, they had wiped out their enemies without a sound. The Ivans were persistent. "Jasper, Stella, yesterday's men vanished without a trace. They won't let this slide. We should join forces."

Stella's response remained the same. "Thanks for the offer, but we're used to our freedom. We don't like tying ourselves to anyone."

The Ivans resigned. "Alright, but we're still friends." Though the alliance was off the table, they shared the direction of the Union Base's stronghold. "They've got assault rifles, bombs, grenades, Molotov cocktails, flamethrowers..."

Stella almost laughed. With such an arsenal and still reduced to a mere few thousand men, what fueled their confidence? Perhaps it wasn't confidence but an intrinsic disdain for other races.

wanting to take the Russians' potatoes and corn for nothing, Stella traded them some dried sweet potatoes and taro. Ivans was thrilled.

something seemed to strike him. "Have you encountered anything

puzzled.

Ivans pondered. "Animals, maybe?"

caught on quickly.

our team went missing last night." Initially, they suspected the Union Base, but a search party later found a mutilated corpse, gnawed and torn

well as the Union Base. Before the glaciers melted, the Arctic was home to many animals. Whether any had survived or mutated into something more

wake-up

humans; it belonged to

of natural disasters

many

the mutated sea creatures. Survival wasn't just about the harsh environment and the treacherous humans; they

Snowflake restless and anxious, pacing back and forth. The animal was irritable, swiping at Cooper when he tried to offer comfort, baring its teeth in clear message to back off. Snowflake

eating the meat, Snowflake used the straw to fortify its nest. Hours of anxious whines and

despite the earlier rebuff, sniffing around, his concern evident. He ran back to Stella, barking, "Woof!" His expression was a mixture of

later, the first pup was born. Following instinct, Snowflake licked the newborn clean and bit off the umbilical cord

baby away, whining with anxiety. The pup's

was delighted, stroking the dog's head, "Cooper, you're a dad now." Cooper seemed confused but sensed the pup was his and began

back. The mother lay down to nurse. After more than an hour, three pups were born. Two males and one female, this couple