The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 833

Chapter 833

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Nicole couldn’t afford to dismiss the possibility. More than 200 countries existed before the disasters, and neither their people nor their governments would give up on survival easily.

“But why watch us?” Nicole frowned. “To see me and Poppy eat snacks?”

“Maybe I’m just on edge,” Zeph admitted.

Still, caution kept them alive this long. They took a few last breaths of fresh air, then went below and submerged.

Zeph wasn’t willing to risk staying nearby. He and Nicole steered away while Poppy and Cola watched through separate viewing windows.

Nothing unusual appeared, but they traveled more than 100 nautical miles before stopping.

By nightfall, the water outside was pitch-black.

Nicole sat in their bedroom, turning the pages of a magazine without absorbing any of it. “Do you think it’s only gonna get worse?”

She meant the threat from other survivors.

Zeph saw little reason to expect otherwise.

Even before the land sank, desperate people committed terrible acts. Most governments, however, still devoted their resources to saving as many lives as possible.

Now, after the tectonic collision, little remained of some nations beyond a name and a handful of survivors. Yet those groups could still possess weapons and equipment far beyond anything ordinary people could acquire.

If their own survival was at stake, they might stop trying to protect anyone else. With those resources at their disposal, the damage they could inflict was terrifying.

As supplies dwindled, people would become more ruthless about taking what they needed. Staying out of other people’s way offered no guarantee that they would return the favor.

Nicole had no way to know what awaited them. All she could do was hope they would find a way through it.

That night, her fears followed her into sleep.

In her dream, something attacked the submarine. A violent impact split the hull, and icy water rushed in, rising to her neck.

She fought to open the hatch, but it wouldn’t budge. The water climbed over her mouth, then her nose.

She thrashed and woke in total darkness.

“Nicole?” Zeph reached for her and drew her close. “Bad dream?”

Still gasping, she pressed her face against his chest without answering.

He switched on the light and rubbed her back until her breathing eased, then poured her a glass of water.

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Nicole checked her watch. It was only 1 a.m.

She drank the water and kay down again, but couldn’t get comfortable. Zeph slipped an arm beneath her head and pulled her close

Listening to his steady breathing and heartbeat, she eventually fell asleep.

The next morning, she was changing clothes when the submarine lurched violently. She caught a safety rail just before she lost her balance.

For a moment, she thought Blue was back. But this was much harder than its usual nudges, enough to knock them off their feet.

She and Zeph hurried out, one heading to viewing window one and the other to window three.

The impacts continued at regular intervals. Something enormous passed Nicole’s window, blocking out the light. She watched for another fifteen seconds before she caught a clear enough glimpse to recognize it.

It was Blue, though she couldn’t understand why it was behaving this way.

The whale circled the submarine, bumping the hull every so often. Each impact jolted everyone inside. So far, it didn’t seem to be causing any damage, but they couldn’t let it continue.

Poppy came over to help. Nicole was about to steer them away when Zeph returned from window three.