Surviving Disaster Extreme Cold Ch 1 Novels & Stories

And that was her last image of him before she spun on her heel and ran for her life, the long limb-like branches whipping her face and bare arms. The worst thing about being out in the wilderness, Marybeth thought, as she wrestled more branches and her adrenaline propelled her forward, was that there were no police. No calls to 10111. Just survival. And it was the thought of desperately wanting to live that pushed her on. Even when she tripped on thick roots and smacked the ground face down. Even when a searing fire rose in her chest, and terrifying cramps pierced her lower abdomen, she kept moving, praying she was heading in the right direction.

fire in those conditions. Ragnar squinted again, momentarily unsure of the others' circumstances. Were their last days as hard as his days, walking through the snow and cold, walking in the valley and always facing Pangbong? Howling in the cold wind as you walk along the narrow, slippery ridge that rises above the dreaded cliffs? Did they open their ears to the cry of the wolf they all feared so much? Did they gaze in awe at the mighty bald eagles that roamed the desolate landscape in search of prey? Were those eyes sharp enough to see mice slithering over their heads from thousands of feet away? Did they also survive by chewing edible moss and eating eggs stolen from live birds' nests? Rag

That surprised Steve 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, Steve 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 SEAL 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!

Beowulf’s POV Cold. Extreme cold. I struggled to open my eyes and felt an abnormal burning sensation in my body. I looked around. It was dark. What is this place? Why am I here? A few drops of rain fell and hit me in the face, and I quickly opened my mouth. I'm so thirsty. I don't care if the rain is clean or toxic. My survival instinct let me open my mouth, let the rain to save my life. In the darkness, in addition to the sound of water droplets, I also heard the sound of my heart beating. I don't know where I am now, but I am wide awake to the fact that I have had an accident and I want to live.

"We've got their only child. They'll give us everything. Safe from the plague and rich as fucking sin come spring." I'll find a way out of this. Once my hands stop shaking and the overriding nausea and sense of imminent death passes anyway. My heart sank further when I realised we were definitely heading north. We're going deeper into the cold, not away from it. Longer underground or an even quicker death. When a flurry of blazing torches finally came into view dawn was breaking through, shards of light cutting through the white snowstorms. My face was completely numb, my limbs useless after hours exposed to the cold.

Zürich, Switzerland. Ten months earlier… "You’re awake!" Eugene-Chan was gripping her hand tightly. "Thank God!" Her gray eyes darted from side to side. The tube in her mouth kept her from speaking, and her entire body felt numb. "Don’t be afraid," her friend continued holding her hand. "You had an accident while skiing. You were lost in a snowstorm. The rescue team found you buried under a thick layer of ice. Apparently, you were there for over forty-eight hours. When we found you, the ice had frozen and burned parts of your skin, and the hypothermia was wreaking havoc on your body. They had to put in a bypass… Honestly, there was no hope you’d survive." Eugene-Chan was crying with emotion.

The hairs on my arms stood on end. I lifted my head, my eyes locking onto the distant horizon. A unnatural coldness rushed in, snaking its way down my spine. The sun was gone, swallowed by a predatory darkness. I stumbled backward, my book tumbling from my numb hands. From the creeping shadows in the lower city, unearthly shrieks erupted. My fingers dug into the cool stone of the balcony railing. Plumes of acrid smoke began to rise. Violent orange flames broke out, consuming building after building in a matter of heartbeats.

“You greedy old hag! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be in this mess!” Dog eat dog. Watching the scene unfold, I felt nothing but disgust. So this was family. When survival was on the line, it was thinner than paper. “Enough.” I cut them off. Both of them froze instantly, looking at me with desperate hope in their eyes. “Hannah…” Linda’s voice trembled. I glanced at Lee. “Throw them out.” “Don’t kill them.” “Death would be too easy.” The cold front hit. The wind outside howled like something out of a nightmare, and overnight the temperature plunged to negative twenty-two Fahrenheit.

“Stop! Don’t hit me. Mrs. Foster, I’m not the mistress… Miss Foster, you’ve been deceived. I’m the real one who saved you–” A baton slammed hard into my back, and a metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth. “Still lying, huh? Hit her again. Don’t stop until she can’t get up.” At Mrs. Foster’s vicious order, the beating intensified again. My vision blurred, and the pool of blood beneath me grew larger. Was I going to die here again today? I clenched my lips and quickly took the chance to send Elijah a distress message through my smartwatch. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, Elijah arrived with the police.

He looked shaken and hurriedly tried to push Daisy away. But at that moment… my soul gave out completely. When I opened my eyes again— I was back in the ice cave. The blizzard howled like a beast, snow piling higher and higher, weighing me down until I couldn’t even lift my head. The cold bit deep, like a thousand icy needles stabbing into my flesh. I trembled uncontrollably, blood freezing in my veins. My lashes were heavy with frost, and numbness had overtaken everything. Chunks of ice fell again and again, pounding into me. The silvery dust in the air gnawed at my body, wearing me away.