The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 815

Chapter 815

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Chapter 815

Military personnel were different, especially those assigned to the Ark Project.

With no way to know when the disasters would end, they would ration their food carefully, however much they had. Eventually, even those supplies would run low.

It made sense that they would be thin. They were trying to stay alive for as long as possible.

The man’s eyes offered another clue.

He looked excited to see them. There was no calculating look in his eyes, no sense that he was assessing them as potential targets.

The other crew kept checking their identity, signaling for their military service numbers.

Everyone stationed at the base had a number, with a different code for each branch. Even civilian workers and scavengers had identification numbers.

The matching submarine had apparently convinced the crew that Nicole and Zeph were military personnel, too.

When Zeph signaled his scavenger number, a long silence followed. The answer seemed to have confused them.

Only a handful of people knew about Nicole’s submarine. The naval crews were too busy training to follow the base’s gossip, so they likely assumed every submarine belonged to the military.

Their confusion seemed genuine.

Despite it, they asked to meet.

Zeph remained cautious and asked to see their insignia and identification numbers. They held them up against the observation window.

Satisfied, Nicole agreed to meet on the surface.

The two submarines rose slowly, their snorkels breaking the surface.

She and Zeph put on bulletproof vests and hid weapons beneath their clothes. Nicole left Poppy and Cola to watch the submarine, then climbed the ladder with Zeph.

The salty breeze and sunshine felt almost unfamiliar. They had spent only a few days underwater, but it felt much longer.

Back in the fresh air, Nicole felt some of the weight lift from her chest. She raised a hand to shield her eyes, sunlight falling across her pale skin.

The submarines floated side by side, a little over 100 yards apart.

As agreed, two people came out of the other vessel. Both were men, their navy uniforms hanging loose on their thin frames.

“I’m Sawyer Brock. We were the ones asking for your service numbers. This is my crewmate, Levi Dalton.” He still looked surprised and a little wary. “How’d you get a submarine?”

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“We bought it,” Nicole said truthfully. “The base was short on rare metals, and the military factories were about to shut down. We happened to find a shipment that kept them going.

“They gave us more points than we knew what to do with, so we bought a submarine. Our instructor was… I can’t remember his name.”

“Jacob Gardner.” Sawyer smiled, visibly relieved. “He’s the chief submarine instructor. He trained me, too.”

Nicole returned his smile. “Small world. We had the same teacher.’

“Small world indeed.’

Those details checked out. An impostor wouldn’t have known so much about what went on at the base.

Both sides finally began to relax.

“How many people do you have aboard?” Sawyer asked.

“About ten,” Nicole lied without missing a beat. “You?”

“Fifteen.”

“That many?” Nicole asked. “I thought these only held ten.”

They were designed for ten, but the tectonic plates collided before the base could build enough submarines.

With too few berths for everyone in the Ark Project, the crews squeezed extra people aboard and took turns sleeping on the floor.

Fifteen people were living on supplies meant for ten. That explained how thin they were.

“Everyone doing alright?” Nicole asked.

Sawyer nodded. “We’re managing.”

“Do you know Jeremy Cross and Hughie Norman?”

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