Alle Kapitel von Reborn in the Freeze: My Million-Dollar Shelter Begins with : Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

The light on the mountain had vanished, swallowed by the darkness and the snow, but Julian couldn't shake the image from his mind. Clara was alive. She was out there, warm and safe, while he froze to death in the wasteland that had once been his neighborhood. The thought burned in his chest like a coal, hot and bitter, fueling a desperate determination that had been dormant for weeks.He had dragged his mother through the snow for what felt like hours, his body screaming with exhaustion, his mind numbed by the cold. Brenda had stopped responding, her body limp in his arms, her breathing shallow and erratic. She was dying, he knew. They were both dying.But the image of the light kept him moving, kept him putting one foot in front of the other. Clara was out there, and he was going to find her. He was going to beg, plead, do whatever it took to make her forgive him. He had been stupid, arrogant, blind. He had thrown away the only person who had ever truly cared for him. And now he was

The journey to the mountain was the hardest thing Julian had ever done. The cold was relentless, the wind a constant, howling torment. His body was failing him, his frostbitten fingers and toes aching with every step. But he kept moving, driven by a burning rage that refused to be extinguished.He left his mother in the garage, wrapped in layers of stolen clothing, a small fire burning beside her. She was alive, barely. But she was safe. And Julian had to go. He had to find Clara.The snow was deep, the terrain treacherous. Julian stumbled and fell more times than he could count, picking himself up each time, his body screaming with pain. He was running on pure adrenaline now, his mind focused on a single, unshakeable goal.He reached the base of the mountain as the sun was beginning to rise, its pale light casting long shadows across the frozen landscape. The mountain loomed above him, its peak hidden by clouds. It was beautiful, in a cold, harsh way. And it was his last hope.He beg

The second drone launch was more ambitious. Clara had modified the drone with a larger battery pack and extended-range communication system, allowing it to fly deeper into the valley and stay aloft for longer periods. She had also equipped it with a high-resolution camera that could capture images in near-darkness, essential for the long, grey days of the apocalypse.She launched the drone at dawn, the sky a pale, watery grey that offered little light. The drone rose into the air, its rotors humming, its camera feed appearing on her tablet. She guided it toward the Mill Creek property, her eyes fixed on the thermal imaging.The house was still standing, but the heat signatures inside were fainter than before. Julian and Brenda were still alive, their bodies pressed close together for warmth. They were barely holding on, their strength fading with each passing hour.Clara zoomed in on the living room, her eyes scanning the thermal imaging for any sign of movement. There was none. Julia

The cold had become a living thing in the Mill Creek house, an invisible predator that stalked every corner and seeped through every crack. Julian had stopped trying to fight it. His body was shutting down, his mind growing foggy with the slow creep of hypothermia. He spent most of his time huddled in the corner of the living room, his arms wrapped around his knees, his eyes fixed on the frozen window. He no longer dreamed of escape. He no longer dreamed of Clara. He simply existed, waiting for the end.But Brenda was not content to wait.She had been deteriorating for days, her body ravaged by the cold and the lack of food and water. Her skin was grey and waxy, her lips blue, her breathing shallow and erratic. She had stopped complaining, stopped shouting, stopped doing anything but lying on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She was dying, and she knew it.The first sign of severe hypothermia came on a Thursday morning, though Julian had lost track of the days. Brenda began to

Julian didn't die. He lay on the snow for hours, his body frozen, his mind drifting in and out of consciousness. He dreamed of Clara, of the life they had shared, of the mistakes he had made. He dreamed of warmth, of food, of the simple comforts he had taken for granted.And then, he woke up.He was still on the snow, his body stiff and cold. But he was alive. He didn't know how, didn't know why. But he was alive.He forced himself to stand, his body screaming with the effort. His frostbitten fingers were black and withered, his toes numb and unresponsive. He was going to lose them, he knew. But he was alive.He stumbled back toward the house, his footsteps slow and unsteady. The journey took hours, his body barely holding together. But he made it, collapsing through the front door, his body trembling with exhaustion.The house was cold, the fire long since dead. Brenda was still on the sofa, her body still, her eyes closed. Julian rushed to her side, his heart pounding with fear."Mo