Surviving Disaster Extreme Cold Ch 1 Novels & Stories

She thought about the rescue—the twelve people who were alive and moving because she had been there to stabilize them, the two who would not have made the transport without immediate care. "We can talk about never again on the road home," she said. "Right now let's get Yena and Pol moving." He looked at her for one more moment. "Yes," he said. "Let's go home." The overhang was cold. She had not noticed the cold while she was running—she had been generating enough heat that the winter air had felt appropriate rather than extreme. Stopped, in the shelter of the split rock, the cold arrived as itself. She pulled Maret and the older man closer to the inner wall of the rock where the temperature

To Danté it became obvious by the tingle in his fingertips, hypothermia is when the body attempts to survive by killing off extremities first, drawing all the heat to the organs, not caring of the fingers die and rot, if the toes fall off. Keep the organs alive to survive, but here in his chest Danté felt that flame was out, and now, watching the teared face of Rebecca as she smiled warmly hugged within her family, he was glad its that he got to see that, and not some hole in the ground, or a dark place to hide. He can die happily, he felt, closing his eyes and sighed out one last breath. Rebecca looked at her parents "I can't believe this ended with me being with everyone, still alive..." S

They crash together in my mind like waves in a storm, but I need to focus somehow, need to get my head straight. Those meditation techniques I learned during my year of freedom feel so far away now, buried under all this trauma and terror. I look up carefully, searching for any sign he might come back. In a moment of desperation, I decide I need to find whatever strength I have left to get up and grab the rest of my clothes before this cold kills me. The thought of freezing to death scares me almost as much as Blaze coming back. I read somewhere that people can die from cold in temperatures way warmer than this, and I have no idea how long he plans to leave me here.

Denise says to me venomously. While I step outside, a chill runs down my spine and tears stream down my face, transforming what was once a happy life into a living nightmare. Determined to find solace, I make my way towards the hut she had mentioned. With each step, my body trembles in anticipation as I enter the small, rustic shelter. The cold air inside sends shivers down my spine, but I muster the courage to undress and turn on the water, bracing myself for the freezing cold. Despite the urge to scream, I manage to keep my composure and quickly wash myself using the limited supplies available.

Then, she added, "We're all in this together. A downpour's coming, so we should find some supplies." She crouched before me and held my left hand. Her face was a mask of understanding. "It's all my fault. I'll help you up." I slapped her hand away in disgust. She let out a gasp and fell backward. Everyone huddled around her and shot me with dark glares. I stood up and put on a sneer. Yes, a downpour was coming. In my previous life, these asshats had only survived those two days by the skin of their teeth. I busted my ass setting up traps in the sea for a catch. The waves roared and crashed like a neverending tide. One time, they nearly swept me into the sea.

Honestly, it scared me… “ I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to laugh… It’s just these last 4 days, we didn’t know if we were going to lose you, we thought we’d never find Mrs. Martinez’s body, but eventually we did. We all thought she was sick, and couldn’t make it out of the bed, but she was in the living room right next to the kitchen and the fireplace. You flew back so far and hit your head. I don’t have a lot of medical equipment here and so we all just took turns gathered around you watching over you. Honestly I am glad you brought the medical supplies you did. It has definitely helped you. As far as Mrs. Martinez… She wasn’t so lucky.” Allison POV

Cold-protection supplies like down jackets, blankets, and sleeping bags were on my priority list as well. In my previous life, it began raining heavily in the second month after the zombie outbreak. In the third month, the temperature had dropped rapidly, paving the way to a three-month blizzard that terrorized the world. The abnormal weather ended up killing a ton of survivors. If we were to polish off our food supplies during the harsh winter, we'd still have to venture out to look for supplies. Now that I was done buying the cold-protection supplies, the next thing on my checklist was fuel. Fuel was essential for survival during the harsh winter, seeing as the power supply was already cut

“All the dangers you see around you? The jagged rocks, the splitting walls… they can’t hurt us. Your fear, your imagination—it’s what’s giving them life.” Her voice grew heavier, insistent. “But the cold… the real cold is what will kill us. Not the falling rocks, not the tears in space. It’s the frost creeping into our bodies. “Ember… if we don’t do something, we’ll freeze to death. This is the only danger that’s real.”

Her calls eventually turned into ones for Dominic. I had already killed my first mate today causing what little bit of me I was still holding onto to shatter. And now this. Could I even break more? Was it even possible? I felt warmth embrace me but I couldn't register who it was or what was going on anymore. I closed my eyes and let the darkness take over me. I never wanted to open my eyes again. I was done, I had enough. I didn't want to hurt or fall apart anymore. I wanted to climb into my own grave and be with my family and all those I had lost. I couldn't do this anymore. How many more people were going to lie to me? How many more people were going to break my heart and my soul? No I wou

Eyes wide open in the middle of the night, Ludo was horrified with whatever bad dream she was having. She tried to move her head but to no avail. She could only move her eyes. She could see most of the things in her room but couldn’t reach for them. She usually slept with her bedroom door open. She tried to scream but her voice failed her. The more she tried to move, the difficult it became. She felt a presence in the room and became even more afraid. Her eyes shifted to the door in hopes of seeing her mother coming to her aid. She saw an ominous shadow at the door peeping. In seconds, she felt a weight pressed against her body that she failed to breathe. Her body was paralyzed and there was