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.

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

by Daniel, and Stella couldn't help but feel

shouted, excitement in his voice

her binoculars. A periscope peeked above the

there," she said, a wave of relief washing

the rubber dinghy,

the first to leap out, embracing Stella jubilantly. "Thank goodness you're all

"Are you guys

to their recent ordeal, grateful to have survived

kale in the shallows. They had

good grasp of the climate's fickleness. They took no chances and immediately retreated to the sub, fleeing the

but the sub, designed for such disasters, weathered the storm without harm. All ten were accounted for,

had been secured, Amelia suggested, "How about we

their hands

potato, potato, and wheat, yielding little elasticity. Even so, it

weary, Stella brought out a bag of flour for Amelia and opted out of dumpling making. It was rough flour, ground from wheat harvested in Arcadia, with bits of bran mixed in, yet for them, it was an extravagant

without saying, but it

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

on Australia that brought forth the gifted, giving hope to the beleaguered residents of

the dough, while the women filled and shaped the

Route 1. Three hundred nautical miles wasn't

a deep sleep in the dead of night. Jasper hadn't disturbed her but had left a bowl

accepted his offer. The sea

a bit fishy without

but the dough

chewy.

the rest to

wasn't fussy.