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!"

they picked up their pace, determined to end her today. The sea was ice-cold, and with the tank's weight,

as the freezing water drenched their clothes. Struggling to breathe underwater, they fought to hold their breath and

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

guns blazed, a fiery dragon's breath engulfing the ice house. The building was consumed by flames, taking all Union

escaped the

crowd was stunned, then scrambled back to 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

house burned furiously, cries of agony echoing from within, but no one dared to enter. They hadn't

fight back, dousing their home in petrol.

them. And it was

rushing in

flamethrowers...

the snow blindness, they wore sunglasses to look cool. If only they had taken

crowd. He made it to the edge, but as he turned, he saw a

wasn't dead! Stella gave him a

raised his gun,

of snow from a two-story drift

hundred strong Union Base

fell upon