The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 848

Chapter 848

Henry swallowed hard and nodded.

“Don’t look so defeated,” Ian said. “If we give up, how can we expect everyone else to keep going?”

“You’re right, Captain Carroll.” Henry took a deep breath. “What do we do now?”

Ian pushed through the pain.

“Something’s wrong here. Two fishing boats don’t just disappear. The Ardelonians could come back any minute. We need to get moving.”

Henry left to make the arrangements.

Half an hour passed, but the ship still hadn’t moved. Then a commotion broke out on deck.

Ian called for Henry several times before he rushed in, his face lit up with joy.

“Captain Carroll, we’re saved!”

Ian struggled to sit up. “What happened?”

“Those two fishing boats are back!”

Ian stiffened. “Get everyone ready to fight! We’re not letting those monsters near our people again!”

“No, the Ardelonians are dead! The boats are full of supplies. Corn, soybeans, wheat, all kinds of vegetables on one, and medicinal herbs on the other. A whole boatload of them…”

Henry stumbled over his words, laughing and crying at once.

“It’s a miracle. God hasn’t forgotten us. We’re going to make it!”

Ian sighed. The strain finally seemed to have broken Henry.

He wasn’t the first to lose his grip, and he probably wouldn’t be the last.

Ian forced himself to his feet and made his way toward the deck, trying to find the words for another speech to keep everyone going.

But outside, the survivors crowded the railing, cheering. The soldiers on watch were already climbing down a rope ladder onto one of the fishing boats alongside the ship.

There was no mistaking the Ardelonians’ boats. The stench still lingered, and a few guns and blades lay aboard.

But now, the boat was packed with fresh food. The produce looked freshly harvested. Droplets of dew still clung to the vegetables. (1)

Someone pointed. “Look! What’s that?”

A small Yorwynian flag stood on top of the sacks of grain, its base weighing down a sheet of paper.

Several people hurried over to read the paper. It listed a set of coordinates.

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The military base told them the truth. There really was a settlement, and now, they knew where to find it.

They finally had somewhere to go. Somewhere to call home.

The small flag soon reached Ian. Everyone watched as he took it, their faces full of desperate hope.

Its bright colors stood out against the darkness.

Ian ran his fingers over the fabric, tears spilling onto the paper in his other hand.

“We’re going home,” he called out, his voice breaking. “We’re finally going home!!!

The words spread through the crowd, repeated through tears and disbelieving laughter.

Sacks of grain and bundles of herbs passed from hand to hand onto the cargo ship. Faces blank with despair just moments earlier came alive with hope.

Ian remained on deck, repeatedly scanning the surrounding water through his binoculars.

Henry watched him, puzzled. “Captain Carroll, what are you looking for?”

“Whoever helped us.”

“We already checked. There’s nobody out there.”

Ian didn’t believe in divine intervention. He believed in what people could accomplish.

Someone was out there, someone with abilities he couldn’t begin to explain. They quietly eliminated the Ardelonians, then returned both fishing boats packed with supplies in an astonishingly short time.