18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 542

Chapter 542

The air was thick with the stench of blood as two figures moved with lethal precision. Muffled cracks echoed through the corridors as their silenced firearms spoke, and bodies dropped to the deck with an ominous finality.

Stella swiftly stowed the lifeless forms into the depths of Arcadia.

Something was off. The crew above called down into the silence, but their voices were swallowed by the void. Wariness crept into their hearts as they descended, weapons drawn, into the darkness.

Stella lay in wait beneath the stairwell, her breaths measured and silent.

Four men came down, their eyes catching sight of a bloody trail leading to an ajar door. They didn't see the shadow behind them until it was too late.

One by one, they fell to Stella's concealed gun.

With the deck cleared, Stella cautiously climbed onto the main level. Across the way, a massive cargo ship loomed, its crew waving torches and shouting, disturbed by the lack of response from their comrades.

Stella's heart ached for the luxury cruise liner she'd left at Ocean Point Naval Station, but a cargo ship was a gift she couldn't refuse. It was simply too good to pass up.

The pirates grew anxious with the continued silence and sent another party to investigate.

The cargo ship was crawling with life; over thirty souls on deck alone, many of them armed with a motley collection of firearms likely scavenged from their victims.

Stella and her companion retreated to the lower deck, lying in wait like spiders in a web.

With the mainland beckoning and their prey dwindling, they

board. This time, Stella didn't hide. She and Jasper lay flat on the bow, covered by the night, as the pirate ship's grappling hooks caught hold

men began to climb aboard, but the two were already back inside Arcadia,

slipped out again. Stella fired from the shadows while Jasper hurled Molotov cocktails and tear gas canisters onto the cargo ship with a practiced

barrage of noise and fire. Explosions

cover, only to be overwhelmed by the acrid smoke from the tear gas.

ease, then collected their

who

or foolish souls charged out of the inferno, firing at the fishing vessel, but found nothing. The sea

ship!" they whispered in terror, their minds reeling as they scrambled to put out the

by gasoline is not easily

was barely alive. The crew, leaderless

surviving crew hastily disposing of their dead by tossing them into the unforgiving sea. The leader, too far gone to save, was cast

twenty or so of them, were left to their own devices, each with their own agenda. Exhaustion set in, and

that beneath the waves,

the wind picked up, rocking the ship gently. A grappling hook soared and latched onto

but the deck

they spotted two pirates asleep in a sheltered spot, supposed to be on watch but lulled into complacency by

and made quick work of

firearms at the ready, they scoured the deck to find it deserted,

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