The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 805

Chapter 805

Nicole looked up. A fighter jet approached, trailing thick black smoke.

The light gray aircraft rolled, revealing the familiar insignia of the national air force.

Back home, she might not have given it a second thought. But out here, drifting aimlessly across the ocean, the sight made her chest tighten.

The jet flew dangerously low, smoke billowing from its tail. Something was badly wrong.

Below it lay nothing but ocean. There was nowhere to land.

As she watched, the pilot ejected and dropped through the air. A moment later, his parachute opened.

The jet kept tumbling, leaving curls of black smoke in its wake before plunging into the distant sea.

Nicole raised her binoculars. It struck nose-first, the impact driving it deep into the water. Less than two minutes later, the tail slipped beneath the surface.

She turned her binoculars back toward the sky, searching for the pilot.

Of course. He was drifting straight toward her cruise ship.

He wore an air force uniform, but she drew her gun anyway.

A hundred and fifty feet. A hundred. Fifty. Thirty…

The huge parachute descended onto the deck. The man landed and stumbled forward, trying to keep his balance, but went down after a few steps.

The canopy billowed down over him. Nicole assumed he just tripped, but he didn’t move.

Zeph hurried over with Poppy and Cola at the noise. He stared at the crumpled parachute. “What happened?”

Nicole told him what she saw.

With his bulletproof vest on and his weapon ready, Zeph moved closer.

Nicole helped pull the tangled canopy aside.

Underneath lay an unconscious man who looked to be in his thirties. His face was pale and slick with sweat. One hand clutched his chest as he struggled to breathe.

A heart attack. This was bad.

Nicole told Zeph to keep his gun trained on the man while she rolled him onto his back and went to work.

She began chest compressions, followed by rescue breaths.

But he was in critical condition, and his heart went into ventricular fibrillation. He could die within minutes, and bringing him back would be much harder.

There was a defibrillator among the medical equipment in her shipping containers. She recently finished reading its manual. She never got a chance to practice, and she could hardly test it on Zeph.

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Now, she had to try.

She had Zeph carry the man into a room, then closed the door, leaving Poppy and Cola outside.

Nicole took out the defibrillator and a portable power supply, then pulled his clothes open.

Her hands shook a little. This was her first time using it, and his body jerked so violently at the first shock that she nearly jumped.

She steadied herself and continued, delivering a second shock, then a third.

She did everything she could, but the readings on the monitor offered little hope.

After the heart attack, the man had fought to control the jet and survive the parachute landing. Too much time passed before he got help.

Nicole stopped the shocks, but he seemed determined to hold on for something. His vital signs stayed the same, neither improving nor worsening.

She kept him on oxygen.

A few minutes later, he managed to open his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” Zeph asked.

The pilot’s eyes brightened when he realized he was still alive. As if he knew he was running out of time, he

wasted none of it.

“I’m a pilot from the eastern military base. Service number 92298…”

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