Surviving Disaster Extreme Cold Ch 1 Novels & Stories

“So what are we going to do?” Lennon asked himself, trying to think of a way to survive this messed up world, the difficulty of their mission went from 0 to 100 real fast with no warning. “We will learn how to survive.” Maya said, moving Noah away from her, after she noticed that he was uncomfortable sleeping in her lap. She already made a plan in her head on what to do and that consisted of hiding and learning how to defend themselves, with Noah being the top priority.

That was what the survivalists called it—the moment your body stops fighting the cold and starts preparing for the shut-down. Enzo hauled me through the frozen mud of the canal bank, his grip on my arm the only thing keeping me from slipping back into the black, oily embrace of the Calumet. My legs were useless, heavy pillars of numb flesh that dragged behind me like dead weight. The winter air, which had felt like a slap only minutes ago, now felt like a thousand needles being driven into my skin. "Don't... don't let go," I rasped, though I wasn't sure if the words actually left my throat. My jaw was locked, my teeth chattering with a rhythmic, metallic sound that echoed inside my skull.

The next morning, Nora barely registered Martha’s greeting and her own response as she came down the stairs and headed straight for the living room. Her brain had entered autopilot mode as a coping mechanism from all her overwhelming emotions, and she was grateful for that for several reasons, especially the fact that she was detached from her feelings for the time being. The living room was quiet, save for the hum of the dishwasher and the sound of Martha moving around as she cleaned the remnants of the previous night.

Liam chuckled, shaking his head and gently tapped her shoulder, a physical contact she fortunately didn't flinch away from. “We are not going to be cut off by a blizzard, Calla,” he teased. “This isn’t the arctic. It’s hot all year. It rains like crazy, but the temperature is always good. That’s what the notes said, anyway. You’re acting like we’re starring in a disaster movie.” Her grin flashed back, stubborn and bright. “Better safe than starring in a tragedy, wolf-boy. Canned food is survival rule number one,” she insisted. “We’re heading into a completely unknown, potentially dangerous place. We need backup. Better safe than starving.”

There would've been no waking up after that. She had woken up freezing under the blankets, shivering as she knocked on Derek and Lydia's door, rushing to bundle Victor in extra layers. They woke up just in time and narrowly escaped death. The Goodmans had been spared, but others weren't as lucky. The floods and food shortages had already taken many lives, and this cold snap claimed even more.

Although it has a small body and less medicine was needed, its injuries were really serious. I don't know why I acted without thinking. As soon as I saw it, I jumped without hesitation. Maybe I had a cat before, I've never had such a hard time having no memory, at least I never felt like not having memories was that bad at all. I came to a halt, a few seconds later the sky opens up in an intense cold rain. Water falls with intensity soaking us completely, our clothes are not suited for this kind of weather. But not even the cold water embracing every inch of our bodies manages to break the dead silence of our group. Thick clouds obscure the path to such an extent that I can no longer guide t

It also gets bitterly cold. There are no blankets, no heater, nothing to burn for warmth - only a metal box that we’re trapped inside. Soon we hear rain tapping on the ceiling, pounding a nearly deafening rhythm as the wind howls outside. “I can hardly think of a plan while I’m this cold,” Zach says miserably. He’s been roughed up pretty badly, and it’s obvious that if any of us are going to get through this, we need to figure out how to stay warm and survive until we can think more clearly.

" Silence greeted her. The sound of water, intermingled with echoes, echoed throughout the expansive reservoir, enveloping the surroundings in an eerie atmosphere. Chloe dared not look down, fearing that something horrifying might emerge from the depths of the water. Her face turned pale from the cold, and her entire body quivered uncontrollably. Yet, she persisted, desperately calling out for help, clinging to the hope of a miracle. In a mere fifteen minutes, the water level had reached Chloe's neck, intermittently splashing over and leaving her gasping for air. Her lips turned a shade of purple, her hair clung to her face, and her body grew numb from the chilling cold. Just as consciousnes

During the day, zombies crossing the asphalt roads were literally being burned so badly their flesh peeled off onto the pavement. If Sharon still insisted on coming here under those conditions, then she genuinely had a death wish. But staying inside the convenience store wasn’t much better for her either. She knew the power would eventually fail, so the only preparation she’d made was stocking up on candles for lighting at night. In our previous life, neither of us survived long enough to experience these extreme weather conditions, so she had no idea how much electricity would become essential later on. She hadn’t prepared a single backup power source.

Rainee Bianco stood at the front of the room, acting like she had everything under control. "Stop running around. The hallway's blocked, so we can't get out. Everyone, move into the triangle zones in the corners and wait for rescue. We'll be fine." My terrified classmates started cramming into the corners. I stared at Rainee's self-righteous face, my head spinning. I was back. Back at the exact moment the earthquake hit in my last life. After Rainee got drunk and drowned, Tristan lured me to the edge of a cliff.