The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 865

Chapter 865

Nicole decided to keep the containers in her storage space until she knew more.

This was a military base, with warships patrolling the waters and fighter jets overhead. Little seemed to escape notice, and one careless move could expose her secret.

They left Platform A and crossed the footbridge back to the submarine.

Platform B had no deepwater dock, so they had to leave the submarine at Platform A and find another way to reach their rooms.

A ferry ran between the platforms, but it only made the rounds every three hours.

With Cola hidden in the backpack, Nicole wasn’t eager to squeeze in among strangers. Someone might notice him, and she had no idea how people here would react.

Claiming he was a military dog might have worked at the southern base, but she couldn’t count on that here. Keeping a dog when so many people could barely feed themselves would draw attention they didn’t

need.

Back aboard the submarine, they let Cola out to stretch his legs.

Nicole and Zeph discussed the rooms. Neither expected to be comfortable in such cramped quarters, but they could at least take a look. If they didn’t like them, they could sleep aboard the submarine.

They could even bring their potato plants onto the deck during the day, safely out of anyone else’s reach.

The government’s arrangements made sense for most survivors, but their own circumstances were different. With a storage space full of supplies, there was no reason for them to go hungry between meals.

Neither Nicole nor Zeph wanted to make a firm commitment yet. For now, they were here to rest, and they could stay or move on once they had a better feel for the place.

They ate a hearty meal aboard the submarine and rested for a while. Then Cola went back into the backpack, and they went outside to get the motorboat ready for the trip to Platform B, a few miles away.

The engine roared to life, and they set off across the rolling waves.

About 20 minutes later, the enormous Platform B came into view.

Construction was finished. From a distance, the octagonal structure looked manageable, but as they approached, it towered over the motorboat. People moving along its levels looked like ants.

Survivors took advantage of the clear weather to sit in the sun or catch up on chores. Worn clothes hung

out to dry, and plants lined the walkways to soak up the sunlight.

Most of the men spent their days earning grain through manual labor. Most women stayed behind or took less physically demanding jobs.

After nine years of disasters, few families remained intact.

As Nicole, Zeph, and Poppy stepped onto the platform, several people watched them from behind seemingly vacant expressions.

Even their oldest clothes were in better shape than most residents’ clothing. And while makeup could make their faces look gaunt, it couldn’t disguise how well-fed they were.

Nicole ignored the stares and carried their belongings to the housing office.