บททั้งหมดของ Reborn in the Freeze: My Million-Dollar Shelter Begins with : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The attackers came through the ventilation shafts like ghosts, their movements silent and coordinated. Clara heard them before she saw them—the scrape of boots against metal, the low murmur of voices, the clink of equipment against the narrow walls. She positioned herself at the hatch, her rifle raised, her finger resting on the trigger.The first one emerged from the shaft, his body silhouetted against the dim light of the corridor. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and armed with a rifle. He moved with the confidence of someone who had done this before, his eyes scanning the darkness for threats.Clara fired.The shot echoed through the corridor, loud and sharp. The attacker crumpled to the ground, his body convulsing, his rifle clattering against the concrete floor. Clara didn't wait to see if he was dead. She fired again, and again, driving the attackers back into the shafts.She heard shouts of surprise and anger, the sound of boots scrambling against metal. They had not expected re

The memory of the black-market weapons deal came back to Clara in fragments, scattered images of a time that felt both distant and immediate. She had been standing in a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, the air thick with the smell of oil and rust, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. The man across from her was named Viktor, a former Soviet soldier who had carved out a niche for himself in the underworld of illegal arms trading. He was a ghost, a shadow, a man who existed only in the spaces between the law.Viktor had been recommended to Clara by a contact she had made during her years at the hospital—a former patient who had connections to the criminal underworld. The contact had been hesitant at first, wary of involving a civilian in his affairs. But Clara had been persistent, offering to pay triple the standard commission for the introduction.The meeting had taken place on a cold, rainy night, the kind of night that made you forget the world had ever be

The explosion had been the last thing Clara remembered before the darkness took her. When she woke, she was lying on the floor of the medical bay, her body battered and bruised, her arm and leg throbbing with pain. The room was dark, the lights flickering, the air thick with smoke and dust.She forced herself to sit up, her body screaming with the effort. The attackers were gone, their bodies scattered across the corridor, their equipment abandoned in their retreat. She had won. She had driven them back.But the victory had come at a cost. The bunker was damaged, its defenses compromised. The ventilation shafts were buckled and torn, the geothermal system struggling to maintain pressure. She had to act quickly, had to make repairs before the bunker became uninhabitable.She stumbled to her feet, her body trembling with exhaustion. She grabbed a portable welder from the armory, a roll of steel mesh, and a box of heavy-duty bolts. She made her way to the ventilation shafts, her footstep

Chloe's journey through the frozen city was a nightmare of cold and desperation. She walked for hours, her body aching with exhaustion, her mind filled with fear and regret. The city was a ghost town, its streets buried under ice, its buildings dark and silent. The few survivors she encountered were hostile, their eyes filled with suspicion and fear.She searched for a hospital, a clinic, any place that might have medicine and supplies. But the hospitals were abandoned, their shelves stripped bare, their patients long dead. She searched for a pharmacy, a drugstore, any place that might have antibiotics or painkillers. But the pharmacies were looted, their windows shattered, their shelves empty.She was running out of time. Julian was dying, bleeding out in the cold house. She had to find help, had to find a way to save him.She stumbled into a small convenience store, its shelves mostly empty, its windows shattered. She searched the back room, her fingers fumbling with the debris. She

The hours that followed were a blur of pain and desperation. Chloe walked through the frozen city, her body aching with exhaustion, her mind filled with fear and regret. She had abandoned Julian, had left him alone and dying in the cold house. She had told herself it was to find help, to find medicine, to save him. But deep down, she knew the truth. She was running away.She stumbled into a small park, its trees bare and skeletal against the grey sky. She collapsed onto a bench, her body trembling with cold and exhaustion. She had no food, no water, no shelter. She was going to die, and she knew it.But as she sat there, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a woman, her face hidden behind a scarf, her body wrapped in layers of stolen clothing. She approached Chloe slowly, her eyes filled with suspicion and curiosity."Are you alone?" the woman asked, her voice low and cautious.Chloe nodded, her voice trembling. "Yes. I'm alone. I need help. I need food. Water. Shelter."The woma