The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 806

Chapter 806

Each of the five military bases had its own mission. The southern base was tasked with preserving the seeds of civilization, while the eastern base was responsible for building a new home.

They spent years developing materials and equipment tough enough for offshore construction and assembling a vast naval fleet. When the tectonic plates collided, that fleet fought to stay afloat through the resulting tsunamis.

Many of their best people died, but the core construction team survived.

They crossed the vast ocean, working day and night through wind and waves to survey potential sites and run tests. At last, they found a stretch of solid bedrock suitable for building a settlement at sea.

Once completed, the offshore base would house roughly 100 thousand people. Construction was already underway.

The pilot’s mission was to find their fellow citizens. Military personnel, government officials, ordinary survivors, anyone who shared their heritage was welcome to help build their new home.

Struggling for breath, the man forced out the coordinates. “Sixty-three degrees, twenty-three minutes east. Forty-nine degrees, fifty-four minutes north.” (1

He suddenly clutched Zeph’s hand, his eyes widening, regret weighing on every word.

“I’m not gonna make it back. I couldn’t finish my mission. You have a ship. You’ve got courage. You could help build the base. Help me… Find our people out there. Please tell them we have a new…home.”

Zeph admired the man, but his emotions tangled in his throat, and he couldn’t bring himself to answer.

Even as he lay dying, the man still thought of his mission. Regret filled his eyes, along with a desperate need to hold on.

Nicole understood why Zeph couldn’t answer and gently spoke for him.

“We will. If we find any of our people, we’ll tell them. Don’t worry. We’ll have a new home, and when the disasters end, we’ll rebuild. Thousands of years of civilization won’t end here.”

The man looked at them and struggled to give them a grateful smile, a flicker of hope in his eyes. His grip loosened, and his hand slowly slipped from Zeph’s.

The wavering lines on the monitor went flat. Zeph reached over and closed the man’s eyes.

Nicole had no plans to settle at another base, but hearing what the country was working toward still moved her deeply.

She wasn’t as selfless as this man, but if she came across any of her countrymen she could trust, she could at least give them the coordinates of their new home.

Her own chest ached. For Zeph, it must’ve been even worse.

Nicole rested her hand over his. After a while, she said, “Even with the coordinates, some people won’t be able to make it. All we can do is try.”

Zeph removed the insignia and epaulets from the man’s uniform and handed them to Nicole to put in her

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storage space. “He was a hero. If we get the chance, we can return these to his unit.”

They still needed to decide what to do with his body.

Under other circumstances, they would’ve buried a stranger at sea, letting the body sink to the bottom to decompose or become food for sea creatures.

But after what this man sacrificed, Nicole wanted to do more. “Let’s cremate him. Then we can return his ashes along with his insignia and epaulets.”

He died serving his country. He deserved their respect and a proper burial.

If the military hadn’t kept going, she might never have gotten her helicopter or submarine. 1

Once they agreed, Nicole took heavy steel plates from her storage space and set them on raised supports to protect the deck from the heat. They lifted the man’s body onto the plates, poured gasoline over him, and lit the

fire.

When the fire burned out, she took out one of the jars she collected at the ceramics factory, gathered his ashes inside, and put it in her storage space.

She hoped they could bring him home someday.

With that taken care of for now, Poppy went back to her planting, and Zeph asked Nicole for some thick bamboo poles and lumber.

He cut them into equal lengths and started building rafts.

Nicole watched him curiously. “I’ve got several wooden boats in storage. Do we really need these?”

“I’m bored. This gives me something to do.” Zeph kept working. “The weather out here changes every half hour. A few extra rafts can’t hurt.” T

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