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.

promptly fulfilled his request, "Ivans, thank you for your help, without it, they couldn't have made

What are friends

Australians gone, they too could finally sleep

...

Two days later

Arctic wind carried a

was packed with people clad in

in animal hides, others clutched their perforated,

numb, occasionally drifted towards

far off, a ship flew a tattered but still defiant flag, a symbol of hope amidst the

man shouting, "Folks, no need to rush or panic. The country promised to take us to a new home, and they will deliver. Keep an eye on your belongings. Now more than ever, we must be vigilant and

on deck, his brow furrowing as he surveyed the

those Russia sent yesterday. How come

feeling, "The Arctic is harsh. When word got out about Australia establishing Hope Point and sending for us, who wouldn't want

many from other Eastern nations had been stranded in the

wary of each other yet clinging together, their relationships were

crowd that certainly weren't Australian, now trying to blend

think they

thing, but I fear they might steal from our people, take IDs,

raised his voice again, warning his compatriots to be careful

bunch of foreigners

been terrorizing the coast, robbing at

appearance today

flew in low from the

jet circled overhead as a massive warship, flying a

erupted

Hope Point

sparkled with tears they fought to

ship, reporting the situation, the warship anchored 300 meters from the icy shore, launching three

was Vice-Captain Liao. He addressed the crowd with

from the

an Australian who wishes to go to Hope Point, we

identified the ship with the flag

to form a human chain to

it's good to see you. We're survivors from the Sichuan official

with stiff fingers, he showed his ID

"You've done well to keep our people alive here. We've come