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?"

had been out early, playing,

snake wasn't big, and they couldn't identify its species, but it

Stella felt an unprecedented premonition: maybe the natural disasters were over, and the ecosystem was slowly recovering. This

clean, free of silt. Stella found fish bones nearby, figuring survivors had landed there but couldn't make it on land, so

Eve. They planned to celebrate, but

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

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

to cross the sands. Stella piloted with Jasper assisting. It took over two hours, but they made it back to the vast

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

Passing a ravine, their dogs suddenly

clutching sticks, looking like the living dead. After three months of harsh travel, they finally saw other living people, which

longer human. Having seen darkness, she felt no need

wielding their sticks. The dogs prepared to defend, but their owners could run faster than rabbits, shattering

the e escape! After all, it was a good day, not one for bloodshed. Despite their frail appearance, the pursuers were surprisingly fast, keeping up for half an hour. After a long time without running, Stella was out of breath and drenched in sweat,

three of them looked at each other, and despite the disarray,

It was a truly refreshing

or the others fleeing. Those who had survived this long were either incredibly lucky or

they wandered for half a year, from winter to late spring, astonishing even Stella with their endurance. Every day was fresh,

of water, Rosie would plant a few trees. "Brother, sister-in-law, maybe