18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 557

Chapter 557

Years of surviving natural disasters had made everyone experts in staying alive. Stella, feeling her strength return, examined the seaweed closely. There were no signs of abnormal growth.

"Why don't we give it a try?" Amelia suggested.

No one objected; in fact, they were eager to try. They chose the healthiest-looking strand, washed it thoroughly, chopped it into pieces, and blanched it in boiling water for ten minutes. Then, they added a generous amount of salt and let it stew for a full hour.

An hour should be enough to kill any virus.

But when it finally came time to eat, there was a palpable hesitation. Jake, one of the team members, stood up decisively. "I'll go first."

With a bravery that bordered on recklessness, he grabbed a forkful of the seaweed and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing determinedly.

"How does it feel?" the others asked nervously.

Stella couldn't help but laugh. "Even if there were any viruses, they'd be dead by now. At worst, you might get an upset stomach, and I've got medicine for that. Don't worry too much."

Relieved, Amelia added, "Right, Stella's our medic."

After half an hour with no ill effects, Jake helped himself to another generous forkful. Another half hour passed, and he ate even more. After two hours without any sign of discomfort, Jake went for a whole bowl.

Stella finally intervened. "Moderation is key. Let's not actually ruin your stomach."

That night, Jake slept without any adverse reactions, and the group decided to have seaweed soup for breakfast the next morning. True to their plan, Stella and the others enjoyed a hearty seaweed soup the following day.

they collect seaweed as a supplementary food source. Most of the seaweed grew in

early to return. Jasper agreed, "Let's spend some time gathering seaweed. It'll be a valuable addition

dove into the sea while three stayed above to collect the haul, spreading it out to dry on the deck of the nuclear

days of hard work, they had gathered over 4,000 pounds of seaweed. Since a pound of wet seaweed dried down

bit tired of it, the seaweed was a welcome change to their diet and provided many of the nutrients their

set course for the second set of coordinates, over four hundred nautical miles away. The team members, all around the same age, quickly became familiar

twelve single folks on the team would groan whenever their captain flaunted his sweet relationship, feeling like they were at a live 'rubbing-salt-in-the-wounds' show. Even in the face of disaster, the sweetness between

in providing cover for everyone. During casual chats, Amelia and some of the others even speculated about the potential benefits the collected Kindle

but we're only aware of a hundred or so coordinates. I wonder how many Ocean Point Naval Station has managed

need to search for the undiscovered ones as

agreement. "Good point.

the coordinates. The depth of the seabed was manageable, but the

Stella approached the side of a chest and struggled to pry it free from the mud's strong

saved her, catching her before she was swept away. Cole rushed over to assist, and together they

She clutched her oxygen mask, taking deep breaths. Once back on the submarine, Jasper

day and night, waking to find they had already left the vicinity of the third set of coordinates. "Why didn't

Even the best diving gear couldn't reach it," Jasper replied with

without food. She hurried to the Arcadia for a feast to reward herself. As she opened her door, she was met with the

the days, the team had come to accept the existence of "special abilities," although they were unsure

Regardless, they admired whit

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