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.

pirates had weathered many a storm and bloody battle, and knew all too well that things could go south quickly. With the mainland beckoning and their prey dwindling, they had not had a

to board. This time, Stella didn't hide. She and Jasper lay flat on the bow,

aboard, but the two were already back inside Arcadia,

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

have prepared them for the sudden barrage of noise and fire. Explosions rocked the ship, flames engulfed the deck,

by the acrid smoke from

remaining pirates with ease, then collected their bodies and the cargo ship

but desperate survivors who had turned to piracy after harrowing experiences at

foolish souls charged out of the inferno, firing at the fishing vessel, but found

in terror, their minds reeling as they scrambled to put

by gasoline is not

The crew, leaderless and

surviving crew hastily disposing of their dead by tossing them into the unforgiving sea. The leader,

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

the waves,

ship gently. A grappling hook soared and latched onto the railing as a

expected danger, but the

lulled into complacency by the absence of the ghost

silently and made quick

the ready, they scoured the deck to find

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