Surviving Disaster Extreme Cold Ch 1 Novels & Stories

On the first page of the journal, written in a thirteen-year-old boy’s handwriting, were eight haunting words: “If you found this… I survived.” ⸻ — End of Chapter 36 —

“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.”

As I turned I saw the body of my seatmate half buried in bloody snow and looking away immediately I saw that a sharp metal had pierced through his eyes down to the back of his skull. How did I survive? My body ached everywhere, bruises, but I didn’t care… I was alive and that was all that mattered to me. I shivered. Cold… I was so cold. From where I sat I saw that a few seats were empty seats. I wasn’t the only survivor… the left side of the plane was now open but I could barely see, if I didn’t leave nor I would be buried in no time. I should be dead! My hands flew to my shorts and upon seeing that I wasn’t bleeding, relief hit me so hard I almost sobbed.

I soon find myself in an open, wide and cold space with no one, animals or plants whatsoever aside from the lady. She walks towards me as I stay kneeling on the ground, unable to move my already frozen body. She smiles warmly, stretches out her hand for me to take, which I do with shaky fingers. The cold triples the moment my hand connects with hers and strikes my bones, causing me to fall to the ground and shout in pain. The cold becomes unbearable that I almost blank out but try my hardest to keep my sanity. I can't die here. I have to live through it no matter how hard it is.

Chance just chuckled, remaining on his side. _____ Hours seemed to pass, and Zara was shivering violently despite the sheet. The cold was a physical ache… she felt like she was going to die if the storm didn't let up. Suddenly, the lights flickered violently and plunged the room into pitch blackness. Chance groaned in frustration, turning his head toward her trembling form.

Some trick of the tides or current must have carried me here—but where would it have taken any other survivors and the wreckage? The sun is hanging low in the sky, and I’m beginning to feel quite chilled in my wet clothes. Night will be falling soon, and the nights have been pretty cold. If I’m going to make it through until morning, I’m going to need a fire. Tomorrow, I can go looking for a way off my beach and begin searching for my comrades. Right now, I need to survive the night. My emergency pouch is still strapped snugly around my waist. Amazingly, my machete is lying on the sand beside me. I grab it and stand up slowly. Another wave of dizziness assaults me, but it passes more quickly

I scramble to come up with something to dig myself out of this hole. "If you're going to be staying here, long term, there's some stuff you need to know about surviving in the wilderness. How to navigate out here, survive sub-zero conditions for weeks at a time, avoid getting mauled by bears, how to find help if there's an emergency you can't handle on your own. That kind of stuff." "That's what I have you for," she points out. "Yeah, well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly invincible," I say with a vague gesture to my face.

Hearing him call me that made Zariah stir and made me melt inside a little. I had done it. I had escaped my ass hole rejected mate and found my second chance mate. I still had a lot to do but I had Amelia, Kyle, Dominic and Emron to help me. I didn't know what would happen but I wasn't completely worried about it and neither was Zariah. I would rescue my pack though from Elstan, I owed them that much. I just hoped it wouldn't be too late. END BOOK ONE

The towering forest surrounding the estate loomed over her, its trees like black giants watching her in silence. She kept walking, despite having no destination. The snow had erased all signs of direction, turning the world into a vast, white labyrinth. Her body, once accustomed to the searing heat of deserts and sprawling savannas, now faced a new torment—the merciless cold that stripped away what little strength she had left. The wind howled, carrying an eerie wail like the cry of ghosts. Her body trembled violently. The sharp pain in her fingers had given way to numbness. When she could no longer take another step, she collapsed beneath a massive tree, its roots protruding from the frozen

able to survive in this disaster flickering. And I gulp, moving my head in a no. She has to be alive...she can't die. She is here only .... breathing ....I need to save her. I dig up the snow...my claws freezing. Almost going numb. But I don't stop. Tears sliding down my eyes, feeling helpless and so scared for the first time in my life. 15 minutes....I spend almost 15 minutes digging the frozen ice to only find the dug holes again getting covered by fresh snow.