18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 569

Chapter 569

Evan took a good look at Stella. From her fresh-faced youth to her confident thirties, her appearance hadn't changed much, but her aura was something else entirely.

"Were you just on the supply ship?"

Even after all these years, his gaze was as sharp as ever-nothing escaped him.

Stella nodded, "Yeah, my team ran into a group of survivors from Goldbridge while looking for the Kindle Chest a few days ago. Must've been you guys."

Evan nodded, "Thanks for the assist. We might not have made it to the base otherwise."

Stella, curious, asked, "Ocean Point Naval Station is pretty advanced. So why Griffith?"

Evan smiled, "Just a hunch."

Stella paused, then burst out laughing, "Ocean Point is definitely high-tech, but your hunch was spot on. There are old friends here, the kind you can really look forward to."

She extended her hand warmly, "Evan, welcome to Griffith."

Evan had met all kinds of people, and from her demeanor, he figured she held some serious sway in Griffith. She wasn't the same person she used to be.

She had transformed.

Evan reached out, and their hands clasped together.

Just as they let go, another figure approached, "Evan."

A hand clapped his shoulder.

Evan looked closely, "Bran?"

Was this the old friend Stella mentioned? The spark of hope quickly fizzled out.

But Bran in uniform was a far cry from his past self.

Bran's flattery was always on full blast, "Sis, Evan's arrival is like adding wings to a tiger for us here in Griffith. The good times are just around the corner."

He boasted without a filter, "Evan, I was just telling Mark about you yesterday. He said you're a whiz at keeping the peace and handling criminal cases. Griffith could really use someone like you. And here you are!"

he managed to be

plenty of time to get to know each other. After

her retreating figure, lost in

home, Jasper was there when Stella mentioned running into

had known Evan in both

he had always

Stella and Jasper held him in high regard,

friends in Griffith was definitely

groups of Goldbridge survivors. She believed many were

days, and the team's container modifications

houses, but still much

was the heat, but a shade on the roof

at sea salvaging,

thanks to their contributions to the base,

potatoes, greens-they got a good

meat was wishful thinking-only pricey canned

only the generous rewards from missions that allowed them to afford such

these

shoot cans, Spam,

a successful mission, nothing

got busy, preparing a hearty housewarming

rice, salted fish and eggplant wraps, sauerkraut dumplings, greens, canned

།

tears, "As a kid at boarding school, I'd often buy this brand at the store. One box would

by many, and even Jake and the

"Once the base is up and running, canned food will be the least of our worries-fresh food until you're

the folks weren't convinced it wasn't

sky.

indeed improved-with greenhouses, poultry farming, and the Kindle

believed Griffith was on the up

the truly good times were yet to come, so this housewarming feast

other was the inexplicable preservation of the bamboo shoot

they

long after the feast, the

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255