18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 487

Stella was on patrol when she spotted the Eagle Tanks rolling in. Without a second thought, she spun around and bolted.

Seeing her panic, Blue Eyes, with his ever-present pipe, got even more crazed, chasing her down in his tank.

"She's scared, she's scared! The so-called beauty from the East is running scared, haha!" But it was too late for her; more terror awaited.

She ran, he ran; today, she wouldn't escape. The Union Base buzzed with excitement; the hunt had begun.

Some people are just born to be prey, perfect for the cruelest games. Especially in this post-apocalyptic world, where every corner is a natural hunting ground; the thrill is unmatched. The tank's thunderous roar closed in, leaving the others far behind as it chased Stella with relentless zeal.

Just 500 meters from the house, a thunderous explosion shook the snowfield. The tank flipped. The ice shattered, plunging the tank into an icy abyss... and just like that, it sank.

"Oh my God!" Mike was gone!

The blood-pumping crowd stood in shock. The battle hadn't even started, and already the tank was gone?

Stella stood atop a snowdrift, flipping them the bird before vanishing from sight.

"Fuck!" Blue Eyes, coming to his senses, cursed until he was red in the face. "Son of a bitch!"

their pace, determined to end her today. The sea was ice-cold, and

time to escape as the freezing water drenched their clothes. Struggling to breathe underwater, they fought to hold their breath and survive. But their heavy, waterlogged coats dragged them down, and

neared him. "Oh, No!" Before he could scream, the icy water rushed into his mouth. A gaping maw closed in and swallowed him whole. Above the ice, none were any wiser to the tragedy below. They knew the tank hadn't sunk completely, but they were helpless to save anyone, and so they gave up. The operation had gone awry; now, they were

was consumed by flames, taking all Union Base personnel with it. Then, the air was filled with

the inferno,

weren't quick enough and caught fire themselves. The victims tried desperately to beat out the flames, but to no avail; they rolled in the snow, but the

cries of agony echoing from within, but

to fight back, dousing their home in petrol. Fuck, the Australians had dared to go

And it was

rushing in blindly,

flamethrowers...

was their downfall. Used to the snow blindness, they wore sunglasses to look cool. If only they had taken a moment

better. With a sneer, a small figure slipped to the back of the crowd. He made it to the edge, but as he turned, he saw a woman

it, it was that Australian woman; she wasn't dead! Stella gave him

raised

from a two-story drift came crashing down,

hundred strong Union Base

fell