The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 870

Chapter 870

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Once aboard, Weasel and Stella found a secluded corner and huddled there with both children close.

The convoy struggled through storm after storm. Ships drifted off course or capsized, and people were swept overboard.

Eventually, theirs was the only ship left.

Food was scarce, few people had enough clothing to keep warm, and the passengers were crammed together. Illness soon spread.

Some starved. Others died of disease or slowly lost their minds.

Every day brought more deaths.

At first, the crew gathered the bodies and took them away. But as hunger took hold, passengers began watching those close to death, staring for hours with a hunger that had nothing to do with concern.

No one knew who made the first move. A sick passenger took their last breath, and someone rushed forward with a knife, cutting flesh from their thigh. (1)

Others quickly joined in.

The family barely had time to register the death before people swarmed their loved one’s body.

By the time the noise brought the crew running, there was scarcely anything recognizable left.

The crew tried to talk sense into them, warning that eating human flesh could expose them to a deadly

prion disease.

However, those warnings meant nothing to people that hungry. They stared back at the crew with cold,

threatening eyes.

The crew recoiled under those stares. After it happened a few more times, they no longer dared step in.

Weasel had two children. One of them…never made it off that ship.

Stella held the child against her, sobbing and refusing to let go.

Weasel clamped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t cry. They can’t know.”

They huddled in their corner, hiding the child behind their bodies. No matter how much it hurt, they couldn’t afford to let anyone see them grieve.

But they couldn’t keep him hidden forever. In the heat of the packed compartment, his body would soon

begin to smell.

Finally, Weasel hoisted his dead son onto his back. Stella held their surviving child close, and they

headed for the exit with knives drawn.

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People crowded around them anyway.

“Why are you carrying him? He’s old enough to walk. Is he dead?”

The man swallowed hard, eyeing the boy.

“He’s sick. I’m taking him to a doctor.” Weasel pulled out a plastic pistol and leveled it at the crowd.” Touch him, and I’ll kill you!”

The gun looked real, and so did the threat on Weasel’s face. No one dared move closer.

He and Stella took their chance, forcing their way through the crowd until they were out of the

compartment.

The others soon followed, but by the time they reached the doorway, Weasel was already on deck.

Crew members and security officers stood nearby. No one dared pursue the family any farther.

After a wrenching goodbye, they lowered their son into the sea.

Without another child who needed them, Weasel and Stella might have followed him into the water. Going on without him felt almost impossible.

The crew did what they could to comfort them. “This won’t last forever. We have to hang on. Things will get better.”

Weasel was never much to look at. After countless dates arranged by friends and acquaintances, he finally found someone willing to marry him. Somehow, she was beautiful.