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.

go south quickly. With the mainland beckoning and their

fearing a ghost ship or betrayal, sent a second wave of men to board. This time, Stella didn't hide. She and Jasper lay flat on the bow, covered by the

eight men began to climb aboard, but the two were

out again. Stella fired from the shadows while Jasper hurled Molotov cocktails and

of noise and fire. Explosions rocked the ship, flames engulfed the deck, and chaos reigned. Men caught fire, running aimlessly and

by the acrid smoke from

ease, then collected their bodies and the

professionals but desperate survivors who had turned to piracy

few brave or foolish souls charged out of the inferno, firing at the fishing vessel, but

their minds reeling as

fueled by gasoline is not

crew, leaderless and in disarray, made

fled into 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

were left to their own devices, each with their own agenda. Exhaustion set

beneath the waves, a shadow followed at

grappling hook soared and latched onto

had expected danger, but the

sheltered spot, supposed to be on watch but lulled into complacency by

and made

and firearms at the ready, they scoured the deck to find

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