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?"

Stella's sleepiness evaporated, and she hurried out of bed. Their dogs had been out early,

carefully, Stella was relieved 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

an unprecedented premonition: maybe

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

whipped up a cake loaded with fruits for New Year's Eve. They planned to celebrate, but instead found themselves

was nothing like 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. They came across marine skeletons and the ruins of collapsed cities—once bustling metropolises now reduced to desolate

New Year's feast; they just ate what was available

they took out a helicopter to cross the sands. Stella piloted with Jasper assisting. It took over two

other times scorching sun and pelting rain. With no end

slimmed 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 hide and scout the situation from

the living dead. After three months of harsh

Having seen darkness, she felt no need to challenge the hungry

gave chase, shouting and wielding their

for half an hour. After a

each other, and despite the disarray, they

was a truly refreshing

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, Stella refused to

rivers, they wandered for half a year, from winter to late spring, astonishing even Stella with

Rosie would plant a few trees. "Brother, sister-in-law, maybe one day we'll