18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 526

No matter what's inside the Kindle Chest, brute force ain't gonna crack it open. Crafted from some kind of special material, crowbars, power saws, and drills are useless. Only the military brass has the remote control and the codes.

If you're lucky enough to never come across one, great. But if you do, there's no ignoring it.

Stella tucked 1037 into Arcadia. She probably never guessed it, but the arrival of 1037 had everyone, including the dogs, in high spirits, leading to a celebratory seafood feast that night.

That night, Stella had a dream. She was leaving Griffith for the Kindle Society when a military vehicle blocked her path, and a guard motioned for her to stop. Daniel stood beside the vehicle, looking all serious and stern, but his eyes widened in surprise when he saw her step out. In that moment, he knew exactly who she was.

Stella woke up in the middle of the night to the soft sound of rain tapping against the window. Jasper stirred beside her. "What's up?"

She wrapped her arms around his waist. "Had a dream."

"What about?"

"Something from a long time ago."

Sensing her mood, Jasper pulled her closer. "Good or bad?"

Stella thought for a moment. "I guess... it was good."

They slept in until they woke naturally, only to hear Rosie yelling from outside, "Cooper, where did this dead snake come from?"

and she hurried out of bed. Their dogs had been out early, playing, and had brought back

to find no injuries. The snake wasn't big, and they couldn't identify its species, but it didn't have venomous fangs. It must've been a sea snake that came ashore after their ocean habitat was

seals, snakes-they were all gradually making their way onto land. Stella felt an unprecedented premonition: maybe the natural disasters were

abandoned fishing boat. The inside was surprisingly clean, free of silt. Stella found fish bones nearby, figuring survivors had landed there but couldn't make it

celebrate, but instead found themselves facing an endless desert. But hey, a

the pristine sands from later times; it looked more like a high plateau basin formed from severe drought, with dried mud crusts here and there.

didn't bother cooking a New Year's feast; they just ate what was available in Arcadia. After watching the evening's

cross the sands. Stella piloted with

sandstorms, other times scorching sun and pelting rain. With no end

down and tanned a bit. Passing a ravine, their dogs suddenly perked up, alerting them to danger. Cautiously, they approached until Jasper found a spot to

dead. After three months of harsh travel, they finally

if to ask whether to engage. Stella remembered a harsh saying: refugees are no longer human. Having seen

chase, shouting and wielding their sticks. The dogs prepared to defend, but

surprisingly fast, keeping up for half an hour. After a long

them looked at each

It was

either Stella's group running or the others fleeing. Those who had survived this long were either incredibly lucky or exceptionally skilled. Wherever there was a chance for life,

from winter to late spring, astonishing even Stella with

longer lost in her thoughts as before. When they found a source of water, Rosie would plant a few trees. "Brother,