18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 560

In the distance, a group appeared, hauling firewood and tattered tents.

"They must be back from scavenging," one of the survivors from the Southern Province exclaimed, relief evident in their tone.

The sight of their return brought a wave of joy among the survivors. Leading the group was an older man, still standing tall and proud despite his age. He extended his hand to Cole, a gesture of respect and authority.

"He looks like someone who knows what he's doing," someone whispered, noticing the air of respect the man commanded.

The atmosphere softened immediately; the survivors' earlier hostility dissipated. From a distance, their conversation was inaudible, but before long, Cole and Jake were freed.

Stella watched the leader closely, his face gaunt and weathered, sun-kissed to a deep tan. There was something familiar about him, as if she'd seen him before.

"They're survivors from the Goldbridge official outpost," Cole revealed upon their return.

The sight of their emaciated faces, pleading eyes, and submissive glances was heart-wrenching. It was as if they were ready to kneel and beg to be taken away. "Honestly, it's heartbreaking," Stella murmured, feeling the weight of their desperation.

But they had their own mission and couldn't afford to be sidetracked. Thankfully, the leader was decisive; otherwise, leaving wouldn't have been so easy.

Even if they had left by force, it would have weighed heavily on their conscience. Jake let out a sigh of relief. "They have a boat they've been fixing. It should be ready in a few days."

Jasper kept it brief, "Let's move on, it's getting late."

Once they were far enough, Stella called in the helicopter to take them back. Within the hour, they landed on the beach, but there was no sign of anyone, just a few stray sea kales washed up on the sand.

"Could they have been swept away by a tsunami?" someone speculated, worry creeping into their voice.

The group quickly split up to search. After half an hour, even with high-powered binoculars, there was no trace of them.

"Could they really have been swept away?" Stella thought aloud, the idea weighing heavily on her.

living souls who had been looking forward to their return with the Kindle Chest. Though their time

couldn't help but feel deflated. They had even

excitement in his voice as he

climbed onto a rock and peered through her binoculars.

2688 is still there," she said, a wave of

Stella deployed the rubber dinghy,

minutes later, the submarine hatch opened, and Amelia was the first

beamed, "Are

to their recent ordeal, grateful to have survived another close

two stayed to guard the sub while the rest harvested sea kale in the shallows. They had gathered plenty yesterday, and just as they were finishing up today, they noticed a

grasp of the climate's fickleness.

they were hit by the tsunami, but the sub, designed for such disasters, weathered the storm without harm.

Kindle Chest had been secured,

raised their

mix of sweet potato, potato, and wheat,

flour for Amelia and opted out of dumpling making. It was rough flour, ground from wheat harvested in Arcadia, with bits of bran

but it brought joy to their

the mission impossible, but with Stella and their captain, it seemed effortless, complete with an extra

it's divine favor on Australia that brought forth the gifted,

kneaded and rolled the dough, while the women filled and

on Route 1. Three hundred nautical miles wasn't far, but they had to navigate

disturbed her but had left a bowl of dumplings. Seeing her refreshed, he suggested, "Want to

offer. The sea

bit fishy

but the dough

chewy. Stella

rest to

wasn't fussy.