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!"

today. The sea was ice-cold, and with

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

And just like that, no deity, not God, nor Allah, seemed to hear his prayers. He swam desperately, growing stiff and weary, while the light from above faded to darkness... No amount of pleading helped; the Western gods seemed to ignore their plight. As he sank, something massive 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 dead set on tearing apart the instigator. They charged forward, only to scream in agony as they stepped on a bed of rusty nails. Pain! Pain! Pain! Rushing too fast, the ones in front couldn't stop, and those behind crashed into them, piling up like dominoes. Pressed against the nail bed, they became porcupines. They had aimed to teach the stubborn Australians a lesson but ended up taking two huge falls, losing their tank commander in the process. Blind rage burned away their reason, and Blue Eyes,

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

escaped the

scrambled back to avoid the blaze. Some weren't quick enough and caught fire themselves.

within, but no one dared to enter. They hadn't

to fight back, dousing their home in petrol. Fuck, the

them. And it was

rushing in

flamethrowers...

cool. If only they had taken a moment to see clearly, they wouldn't have fallen for the Australians'

were no 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

was that Australian woman; she wasn't dead!

small man raised his gun,

of snow from a two-story drift came crashing down,

hundred strong Union Base

fell