18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 516

Ivans had brought over a stash of medical supplies, including anesthetics, all pilfered from Union Base.

Stella first administered a potent medicine, followed by an anesthetic injection. She then cleaned Ivans' festering wound, disinfected it, and stitched it up.

"Ivans, if you want to save your leg, you've got to watch what you eat. No meat, no booze, and make sure you get plenty of greens."

She adjusted his medication, then sent him off with a hefty five-pound bag of veggies, reminding him to come back in two days for a dressing change.

Shutting the door to her makeshift clinic, she caught up with her siblings on what had been happening back at the base.

"If things went smoothly, Peter should've made it back to the naval fleet by now." Exhausted, Stella retreated to her bed to rest.

Jasper could tell she was feeling down, envious of those who could go home.

It wasn't just Stella feeling the blues; Rosie was too, though she put on a brave face.

He gave Rosie a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

She was mature beyond her years, "Brother, I'm okay."

You win some, you lose some. Had they not left, things might have been worse.

The Arctic wasn't all bad, just a bit chilly.

Jasper went back inside, intending to lift Stella's spirits, but found her mood had already improved.

The words he'd prepared remained unspoken.

Two days later, Ivans returned for his dressing change.

He didn't forget to update them, "Yang and He, they've left."

There had been over thirty Australians at the base, and all had chosen to depart.

Ivans was generous, giving each person five pounds of potatoes and three pounds of seal meat, even arranging for them to join a hunting party for the journey, ensuring they had support along the way.

"If all goes well, they'll reach the port in two days and join the other survivors heading back to your country."

All the talk was simply a matter of courtesy.

your

are friends

gone, they too could finally

...

Two days later

Arctic wind carried a

shoreline was packed with people clad in tattered coats, their limbs

others clutched their perforated, torn bags

and numb, occasionally drifted towards the vast

flew a tattered but still defiant flag,

a new home, and they will deliver. Keep an

on deck, his brow furrowing as

those Russia sent yesterday. How come there are so many

When word got out about Australia establishing Hope Point and sending for us, who wouldn't want to leave this godforsaken

just the other Australians; many from other Eastern nations had

yet clinging together, their relationships were

certainly weren't Australian, now

they

one thing, but I fear they might steal from our people, take IDs, or anything that

his compatriots to be careful of

we've got a bunch of foreigners showing

gangs had been terrorizing the coast,

collective appearance

black jet flew in low

massive warship, flying a bright flag, approached,

erupted

Point military

gaunt with hardship now sparkled with tears they fought to hold

the situation, the warship anchored 300 meters from the icy shore, launching three assault boats, each able to

addressed the crowd with a megaphone, "Fellow countrymen, we are here to bring

erupted from

an Australian who wishes to go to Hope Point, we will make sure you

identified the ship with the flag and directed

board to form a human chain

to shake hands with Vice-Captain Liao, "Comrade, it's good to see you. We're survivors from the Sichuan official base drifted here two months ago There are 219 of us left

with stiff fingers, he showed his ID and

well to keep