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!"

picked up their pace, determined to end her today. The sea

the freezing water drenched their clothes. Struggling to breathe underwater, they fought

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,

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

the inferno,

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 snow, but the

within, but no one dared to enter.

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

And it was their own

rushing in blindly,

flamethrowers...

only they had taken a moment to

He made it to the edge,

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

small man raised his

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

hundred strong Union Base

fell