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!"

pace, determined to end her today. The sea was ice-cold, and with the tank's weight, it kept

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

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

the

engulfed in flames, thrashing wildly in agony. Caught off guard, 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

within, but no

petrol. Fuck, the Australians had dared to go

them. And it was their own

in blindly,

flamethrowers...

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

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

she wasn't dead!

man raised

from a two-story drift came crashing down,

hundred strong Union Base

fell upon