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.

knew all too well that things could go south quickly. With the mainland beckoning and their prey

a second wave of men to board. This time, Stella didn't hide. She and Jasper lay flat on the bow,

men began to climb aboard, but the two were already

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

pirates were alert, but nothing could have prepared them for the sudden barrage of noise and fire. Explosions rocked the

the acrid smoke from the tear gas. More and more fell to the

ease, then collected their bodies and the cargo

professionals but desperate survivors who

souls charged out of the inferno, firing at

their minds reeling as they

fueled by gasoline is

crew, leaderless and in

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

left to their own devices, each with their own

waves, a shadow

wind picked up, rocking the ship gently. A grappling hook soared and latched onto the railing as a fully armed silhouette

had expected danger, but the

spot, supposed to be on watch but lulled into complacency by the absence of

approached silently and made

and firearms at the ready, they scoured the deck to find it deserted, save for the two

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