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!"

how he managed to be so effortlessly

to know each other.

retreating

there

had known Evan in both their lives-an

them so many times, he had always turned

held him in high regard, "I'm sure Mark won't let this chance slip

Griffith was definitely something

three groups of Goldbridge survivors. She believed many were still

days, and the team's container modifications were

still much better than tents-spacious

the heat, but a shade on the roof would do the

spend a lot of time out at sea salvaging, hardly

to exchange goods, and thanks to their contributions to the base, they managed an unprecedented haul of

regular potatoes, greens-they got a

was wishful thinking-only pricey canned

only the generous rewards from missions that allowed

these exchanges, but Stella easily

Spam, cured meat,

nothing Stella did surprised them

team got busy, preparing a hearty housewarming

salted fish and

།

couldn't hold back her tears, "As

memory shared by many, and even Jake and the others marveled, "It tastes just like what

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

the folks weren't convinced it wasn't just pie

sky.

improved-with greenhouses, poultry farming, and the Kindle Chest treasures promising a

was on

yet to come, so this

freeloaders, and the other

joy, but they knew

after the feast, the special

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

Comments ()

0/255