The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 877

Chapter 877

Once aboard the submarine, Nicole brought out a pot of beef stew from her storage space.

Tender chunks of marbled beef, potatoes, carrots, and mushrooms filled the thick, savory gravy.

Fish stayed off the menu. Nicole wanted nothing to do with it for the rest of her life.

After so many bland meals, every bite was a treat. Nicole poured Poppy a small glass of red wine.

“To your first job. Go show them what you can do.”

Poppy grinned. “Thanks, Nicole.”

For Cola, Nicole brought out a drumstick and pulled the meat off the bone. “Here you go. Let it cool a little.

Cola barked, his tail wagging furiously.

After two days of staying quiet in cramped quarters, he was ready to let loose. He tore up and down the submarine’s passageway, barking and howling as much as he pleased.

They took their time eating, stretching the meal out for nearly two hours.

Pleasantly tipsy, Nicole rinsed her mouth and dropped onto the bed for a nap.

Poppy washed the dishes, while Zeph sipped coffee by the viewing window. In the passageway, Cola worked his muscles on his exercise equipment.

Nicole woke close to sunset, and they treated themselves to roast chicken with buttery mashed potatoes and rich

gravy.

Before leaving, they brushed their teeth, rinsed their mouths, and changed into fresh clothes so no food smells would give them away. They also cleaned the submarine inside and out.

Nicole measured out five pounds of stored corn and ground it so it would take less time and fuel to cook. She added seeds for several common medicinal herbs to pay for the furniture Weasel delivered the day before.

Food and medicine were worth more than anything now. The bundle would easily cover what he brought them.

She kept it modest, but generous enough that he came out a little ahead.

She drove plenty of hard bargains with him while building her stockpile. This was a chance to give a little back.

They left the submarine and followed the footbridge toward the platform. Ahead of them, another submarine surfaced in its berth, and about seven sailors climbed out.

They were thin but cheerful, laughing and talking among themselves.

One of them waved in the fading sunlight. “Zeph! Nicole!”

Nicole turned at the familiar voice. It took her a moment to recognize Sawyer.

Somehow, against all odds, the crews of submarines 2688 and 1926 crossed paths again.

Sawyer and his crew were delighted to see them. Since arriving at the settlement and watching it take shape, he often wished the people aboard submarine 2688 could be there, too.

During months of drifting with no destination, they encountered survivors from plenty of other countries. Several of those encounters turned violent.

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Chapter 877

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Knowing their country still existed meant they had somewhere to go. Somewhere they could call home.

Life at sea was unforgiving. Anyone still out there lived at the mercy of whoever had the greater firepower. Those who couldn’t defend themselves stood little chance.

The settlement still lacked a great deal, but it was far better than Sawyer expected. He believed it would only improve.

With the military keeping most outside threats at bay, people could finally stop watching for danger every waking moment. They could turn their attention to rebuilding.

After everything Nicole and the others did for his crew, Sawyer hated the thought of them still struggling out at