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!"

The sea was ice-cold, and with the tank's weight, it kept

his pipe nowhere to be found, didn't have time to escape as the freezing water drenched their clothes. Struggling to

they were helpless to save anyone, and so

engulfing the ice house. The building was consumed by flames, taking all Union Base personnel with it. Then, the air was filled

escaped the inferno,

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

ice house burned furiously, cries of agony echoing from within, but no one dared to enter. They

in petrol. Fuck, the Australians had

them. And it was their own

in

flamethrowers...

that was their downfall. Used to the snow blindness, they wore sunglasses to look cool. If only they had taken a moment to see clearly, they wouldn't have fallen for the Australians' trap. What a bunch of

Westerners 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 a woman standing not far

Australian woman; she wasn't dead!

small man raised

from a two-story drift came crashing

hundred strong Union Base

Silence fell