18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 500

"Why even ask why?" Little Joe ditched his usual dopey strongman act, his eyes

now ice-cold and menacing. "A Little Joe who doesn't want to be the Big Man ain't a good Little Joe at all."

Mikey had been leaning on Big Bro for decades, even relying on him to defend their turf. Without Big Bro's connections, where would he get any military might?

The chance to strike had been elusive, but as fate would have it, a formidable foe barged in, and Big Bro had already taken out the fourth and fifth in line.

If he didn't make his move now, he'd be the next to bite the dust.

Special abilities? He wasn't dumb enough to expose his mind.

What good were special abilities if you could just crush them? Then the Arctic would be his for the taking.

Mikey hit the floor, his dying gaze fixed on Little Joe. So, he had been using him all along!

Little Joe didn't care for that look in his eyes. He squatted down with a smirk and said, "You got nothing, so what makes you think you could be the Big Man?"

The allies he had secretly bought were all his own plants.

Little Joe wasn't much for talking; a bullet sent Mikey to the great beyond.

Blood splattered across his face, and as he wiped it off and tasted it, a gruesome smile crept over his lips. Then his eyes turned to Stella, lying there, badly injured and unconscious.

Kill her, and it would all be over.

Sure, a lot of people had died at the base, but none of them were his people. Their deaths only made things easier for him.

With weapons in hand, starting over would be a breeze.

He stood up slowly, ready to finish Stella off.

But out of nowhere, Snowflake, lying in a pool of blood, sprang to life.

Not only was its movement swift, but it also bit into Little Joe's throat with the precision and ferocity of a lightning bolt.

"Ahh..."

Armed soldiers rushed over, but no one dared to shoot recklessly. What if they hit the Big Man?

The incident was so sudden that everyone's attention had been elsewhere, never expecting the seemingly dying Snowflake to be faking it.

The wolf is the craftiest of them all.

"Bang!"

A gunshot sounded, hitting Little Joe square in the head.

around, only to see Jasper,

deluge of snow fell from above, instantly burying them. Then came several cargo containers, smashing down on top

the pain as she ran to Jasper, pulling both man and wolf

clung to each other,

"Are you okay?"

"Are you okay?"

the same time, hearts

and the mere thought of it sent shivers down

both a danger and

of a post-apocalyptic world. They were all too aware of their

to

time, she exposed the regrettable side effects of using Arcadia, making them think they had an

set them against

where all sorts of characters could be found. Faced with such temptation

Stella dared to

was

unable to control the trembling of their

wanted to go through such an

lying on the ground, let out a

back to reality and crouched

Snowflake's thigh, causing a lot of blood loss

to the wolf, stopping the bleeding, stitching

off their

all

thankfully,

into fresh gear and

the situation outside liable

didn't linger in

quiet. Stella collected the snow, the cargo

on top, there were no

the bodies of Big Man, Mikey, and

the

at any moment.

long, instead searching for the control

keeping close and

take long to find

lay there, their

the equipment but instead packed it all into

footage could be

the equipment, but even the

the control room, the commotion above

likely breached the perimeter.

likely lead to

she and Jasper, along with Snowflake, were not in a