The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 908

Chapter 908

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Chapter 908

Sawyer was as good as anyone at his job, but he sometimes took longer to catch on to things outside it.

Even he could tell that something didn’t add up.

No one should have had that many fresh vegetables in the middle of the ocean, let alone vegetables still wet with dew.

He sat motionless for a moment. Then, remembering everything the people on submarine 2688 did for his rew he hurried to correct himself.

“Wait, I’ve got that wrong. I bought these at the southern military base. The herbs our friends gave us were in another bag. We haven’t seen them in ages. I hope they’re doing alright. Wish they’d come here with us.”

Lying didn’t come naturally to Sawyer. His palms grew damp, and he couldn’t quite look anyone in the eye.

Luckily, the injured man didn’t question the sudden correction. “So whoever left us that food and showed us how to get here must’ve come from the southern base?”

Marcus laughed. “Does it matter? People, ghosts, wherever they came from, they helped you. You needed food, and they gave you enough to get here alive. That’s what counts.”

“You’re right.” The man’s gratitude was clear.

Those two boats carried enough supplies to save more than 500 people. None of them would forget it.

From Sawyer’s account, it sounded as though they owed their lives to people from the southern military base.

After everything the world went through, knowing some of his fellow Yorwynians were still willing to help strangers gave him something to be proud of.

The others shook their heads. “Some people get all the luck. Where were our mystery supply boats?”

Teasing and laughter followed. How many of them actually believed the story was another matter.

Marcus watched Sawyer for a moment.

He knew Sawyer met Nicole and Zeph at sea.

Within a few minutes, the man’s tongue stopped bleeding, much to everyone’s amazement.

Talking still hurt, though. With the storyteller quiet, the ghost ships were soon forgotten as the conversation moved on.

By the time anyone checked the hour, it was late. Full and reluctant to leave, the guests said their goodbyes and hurried to catch the last ferry,

They still had to be up early to haul bricks the next morning.

Marcus sat near the ferry’s outer railing, the cold wind whipping his face as he turned the evening’s conversation over in his mind.

Back in his room, Sawyer tossed and turned, replaying every encounter with the people aboard submarine 2688.

Nicole, meanwhile, was in an excellent mood,

Poppy’s hard work caught her supervisors’ attention. She was about to transfer to Platform A to train for a

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management position.

Afew months at the base brought her out of her shell. She even made some friends. 1

They weren’t people she would trust with her life, but they seemed kind. Simply having friends to talk to made a welcome difference.

Nicole was happy with her own life, too. The hospital still needed more doctors and medicine, but the start made the most of what they had.

The herb-growing areas kept expanding, and she and Mitchell were both training students.

The base had plenty of problems left to solve, but there were reasons to look forward to the future.

Little by little, life was improving.