18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 414

Outside the yacht's window, a chaotic swarm of creatures burst from the ocean, relentlessly hurling themselves against the glass. Another barrage hit, their slender bodies and large, cicada-wing-like fins clinging to the glass for several seconds before dropping away.

It was only then that Stella could see clearly—they were flying fish! Wherever she looked, the entire surface of the sea was alive with them. They leapt out of the water to meet the rising dawn, their wings unfolding as they soared through the air...

Stella had seen it on TV, a visual feast that left viewers marveling at the ocean's wonder and power. But experiencing it firsthand was enough to make her skin crawl. The two of them hurried out of bed, rushing toward the deck. The door leading to the deck was closed, and the burly Cooper was relentlessly scratching at it. Rosie, quick on the uptake and already there before the others, clutched a shotgun in her hands, her expression wary and serious.

"It's the Exocoetidae family," Jasper explained to his sister, "a type of fish that can fly." Rosie had never seen such a maritime spectacle, and the idea of flying fish instantly delighted her. Cooper flung the door open with a burst of energy and dashed out, barking loudly! Something was off; the sound seemed panicked. Stella and Jasper were just a step behind. They hadn't reached the door when Rosie's smiling face suddenly changed, and she raised her shotgun and fired.

The two of them raced over in alarm. Cooper, usually more ferocious than a pit bull and fearless in a fight, was now frightened, scurrying back with his tail between his legs. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." The flying fish were flopping all over the deck, with more than a dozen bursting in, spreading their wings and diving toward Rosie and Cooper. Had they gone mad? Were they possessed? Stella was stunned. Seeing one of the fish lunge for Cooper's snout, she pulled out her samurai sword and charged, slicing through the air.

The samurai sword was sharp, cleaving the flying fish in two. The bisected bodies fell to the deck, the fish heads with their serrated teeth still snapping, their iridescent eyes large and bulging, their wings flapping desperately. The sight was ghastly, enough to make one queasy. Not only had they grown several times in size, but their vitality was also astonishing. Describing them as zombie fish wouldn't be an overstatement. Stella, who had never flinched in the face of human foes, now found herself trembling at the sight of these zombie fish, especially upon seeing the deck swarming with them. Packed tightly together, they struggled and leapt incessantly. In that moment, Stella swore she'd never eat fish again in her life!

The flying fish scrambled wildly, their vitality making them difficult to kill with small bullets, which often failed to stop them instantly even when they hit. Guns were useless. If Jasper hadn't rushed over to protect her, Rosie might have been bitten. Stella threw a couple of baseball bats, "Cooper, out of the way!" Cooper backed off as the three humans battled the fish. Just as they killed off a few, more fish flew in. The ground was a mess of hopping fish, and the air was thick with flying bodies—it was complete chaos. Amidst the frenetic killing, a heap of bodies accumulated, with no end in sight. Jasper swung and knocked away several fish, seizing the chance to slam the door shut. Stella's blade was sharp, and she swiftly dispatched the remaining fish in the corridor.