Surviving Disaster Extreme Cold Ch 1 Novels & Stories

The power in my voice was so absolute that even the most terrified survivor stood up. We began the march. It was a sight that the North had never seen and would never forget. Ten thousand people, half-starved and freezing, walking through a blizzard that should have killed them in minutes. But they weren't dying. I walked at the front, and everywhere I stepped, the snow melted instantly, leaving a path of steaming, black earth. The Blood-Gold light from my body acted as a beacon, a warm sun that traveled with us, keeping the frost at bay.

The flames would shoot up again , sending out sparks . I felt warmer now . I had struggled in the water for long , my body had almost frozen. At some point,I suddenly felt warm, I knew it was the end of me . My body was conserving all the warmth it had left, I was going to die . My skin had turned pale with cold . Just when I had given up on being rescued, I felt a huge hand wrap itself around my waist , and scoop me out of the water. That was the last thing I remembered.

Isn't that unethical? [Unethical? If I don't, then in three days my family and I will freeze and starve to death! I can't worry about anything else anymore!] [This snow disaster is going to kill countless people. All I can do is take care of myself and my family first.] [Exactly. While we still have some influence, we need to grab as many resources as we can. Right now, survival is all that matters!] … Linda stared at the Neighborhood Committee group chat, her whole body trembling violently. The indoor temperature had already dropped to -30°C, yet beads of cold sweat ran down her forehead.

That surprised Mitchell until he concluded that it must have been so hot that it cauterized his flesh as it entered, thus preventing serious bleeding. It was snowing extremely hard, and the wind was beginning to whip the flakes around in all directions. For the first time, Mitchell realized that it was also very cold. He would need shelter and heat before long or he'd perish. He had often listened to his father and his Green Beret friends discuss some of their survival training and what they had endured and what they had learned. The important thing was to never give up.

"We don't have a refrigerator. We can only do this to preserve food." Uri memorized everything Finn taught him; survival knowledge like this is essential. Day after day, Clement did not come, making Uri extremely impatient. But the wooden house was the rendezvous point. He did not dare to go anywhere and could only wait patiently. Fortunately, with Finn by his side, life is less tedious and feels safer. On the eighth night, a flashlight glimmered in the woods, approaching the wooden house. Finn was the first to notice footsteps in the distance, nervously pulling Uri out of the house and jumping onto a hidden tree branch.

That debt had to be settled properly. Three days later, on a stormy night with pouring rain, a battered armored vehicle—barely holding together—smashed through the gates of the villa complex. Callie and Dan crawled out of the car, covered in mud and looking utterly miserable. Behind them, more than a dozen mutated zombies were chasing them. “Help! Is anyone there? Help!” Callie screamed, her voice hoarse. Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.

Nukilik was not among the foolish. For years, he and his household had slept at the ready for a world on fire. Thus, they had escaped the immediate danger stocked with boots, clothing, and other supplies. Ice dwellers knew how to survive in freezing winds, long nights, and end-world calamity. The village was consumed inside and out by random hellholes like the one that had taken the cabin. Other survivors might be nearby; perhaps just beyond the spray of ice and fire, their voices lost to the howl of the wind and the rumbles from the ground.

“You can come out of hiding now.” I grab my book and flashlight, crawling on my hands and knees through the door. The cold from the ground chills me and my pants are wet from sitting on the muddy patch of grass inside the shelter. I know my face is red and puffy from the cold. I lost feeling in my nose and ears, hours ago. My fingers are so affected by the cold that they are stiff and swollen, letting me barely be able to bend them. It's a struggle just to hold on to my book.

Kendra's POV I awoke shivering under a blanket of fresh snow. I couldn't move and I knew that the snow was still falling. "You have to get up Kendra," I said out loud to myself. I tried to sit up, but the moment I tried to move my leg the pain shot through my whole body. It was so intense that I instantly felt sick to my stomach. I laid back feeling defeated and helpless. I never thought that it would end this way. It wasn't going to end this way, I thought to myself. My will to live started to take hold and I made myself slip into a crawling position. I pushed everything out of my mind except the will to live and started to slowly crawl. There was a fallen tree just a few feet in front of m

I asked as I opened my left eye to look at her who was looking outside the window. "You can hug me for body heat," I said with a sly smile and she turned and looked at me with a glare. I cleared my throat before looking away from her deadly stare. What a scary Deity, I love it. As the minutes passed, I noticed how she started to shiver from the coldness of the weather. The snow in this world develops fast, the snow just started yet the lake was already frozen. Multiple accidents of people falling into lakes and freezing to death or even stuck under the frozen surface and drowning occur. The world is truly scary, isn’t it?