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 the tank's weight, it kept sinking

nowhere to be found, didn't have time to escape as the freezing water drenched their clothes. Struggling to breathe underwater, they fought to hold their breath

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

blazed, a fiery dragon's breath engulfing the ice house. The building was consumed by flames, taking all Union Base personnel with it. Then, the

the inferno, only

avoid the blaze. Some 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

agony echoing from within, but no one dared

back, dousing their home in petrol. Fuck, the

And it was

rushing in blindly,

flamethrowers...

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

crowd. He made

Australian woman; she wasn't dead! Stella gave him a grim smile,

man raised

of snow from a two-story drift

hundred strong Union Base

Silence fell