Surviving Disaster Extreme Cold Chapter 4 Novels & Stories

Please spare us just this once! Daisy: [My darling daughter, I'm sorry! Let us out—we'll serve you like slaves if we have to!] Denise: [Amelia, I'm begging you… I don't want to die yet…] I turned a deaf ear, watching them coldly through the surveillance feed. The little food and water they had deteriorated and evaporated rapidly in the extreme heat. "Water… my water! Where's my water?! Who drank my half bottle?!" Daisy let out a piercing scream, rummaging through the room like a madwoman. Her gaze finally locked onto Denise, whose lips were still damp.

Getting less than a hundred feet before my legs give, letting me roll under a parked car as the sounds of boots and radios follow me. Let go, or simply lose hold of the failing handle, that got me through yet another disaster in one piece. Curling into a ball and praying that they don’t find me as I remind myself stray cats will never belong with kings. Chapter 1.24 Cher Almighty, Xoxo Nyx

Astra’s pov: “Ugh…this pain. It just won’t leave me alone!” I pounded my palm on my head and closed my eyes. A thought had been gnawing on my mind for the last couple of weeks. I reached out for the glass of water on the table beside me. My hands shook and the glass dropped with a huge crash. Pieces of sharp glass remained shattered on the wet floor. I stepped into the pool of water. An especially large piece of glass was right in front of me, its sharp edge pointing right at my toe. I continued to stare at it as if I expected it to move away from me on its own.

“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.

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.

It would not be submerged by the snowdrifts from the endless winter storms, and it offered easier access for foraging during utility blackouts. Even so, these advantages were still not enough. This house could not withstand temperatures like –40 °F. I could still remember the despair I had felt. I recalled vividly the searing pain, the sound of agonized cries, and the relentless hunger. The memory alone was enough to make me shudder. The apartment had three small rooms. I planned to use one of the smaller rooms as a storage space. In order to survive, I had to store supplies properly. I knew the power grid would be the first thing to fail when the frozen apocalypse hit.

the thaw" The violent return of warmth. The bark explosions. The steam eruptions. The predators awakening. "We will survive it," I said. "We have survived everything else." Aldric did not answer. He simply held my hand and waited, just as I did, for the ancient heart to beat again.

Wind tore past his ears and the rush felt incredible, so he let out a few long howls. The engine noise drew attention wherever he went. When he passed a high-rise, he spotted faint silhouettes behind the glass. Even in the apocalypse, some people clung to life. Humanity showed the same stubborn grit as locusts. Extreme cold worked like pesticide, yet a few always survived and adapted. Cyrus touched the pistol in his pocket and felt steady again. Anyone still alive in this city could turn into a threat. In the Frostfall, trusting human nature counted as a deadly mistake.

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.

I looked at the way his shoulder brushed against Tamara’s coat as they adjusted their microphones, and a terrifying certainty settled deep in my soul. This routine wasn't normal. It was a countdown—and I was finally realizing just how dangerous the explosion was going to be. End of Chapter 42