Surviving Disaster Extreme Cold Chapter 4 Novels & Stories

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

My fingers itched to pull the cord and unwrap the cloth and see what my mother had thought was important enough to plan for on the night she died. But Mama Sira said I would know when to open it. And this wasn't it. Not yet. Not while I was stumbling through dark forest with blood on my cheek and no plan beyond survive until sunrise. I walked for hours. The temperature dropped. My fingers numbed first, then my toes, then the tips of my ears. The stained tunic and fraying trousers that had been adequate inside the pack house were nothing out here. The cold seeped through them like they weren't there.

Victor almost smiled. “I am exactly where I belong.” The corridor sealed behind him as blast doors slammed shut. --- They burst from the facility just as the ice shelf ruptured. A thunderous roar split the Arctic night. Snow and fire erupted skyward as the underground complex imploded beneath the frozen sea. Shockwaves hurled the team across the ice. Elena shielded her face as debris rained down. Then— Silence. Only wind. And distant cracking ice. Adrian pulled himself up slowly. “Is everyone—”

" A surge of warmth spread through my body, and I could feel my muscles rippling with power. I clenched my fist and threw a quick punch that cut through the air with a sharp gust of wind. Perfect. The first night of the apocalypse was off to a peaceful start, but I couldn't let my guard down because something even more terrifying would come after the freezing doomsday—the zombie outbreak. People who froze to death on the side of the road would soon stand back up with twisted limbs and bite anything they saw. Garrett's family was surprisingly lucky. They managed to ditch the car and retreat to their high-end apartment complex, but the water, power, and gas were cut. All that fancy interior de

They climbed the vertical shaft for what felt like an agonizing eternity, their muscles burning, until Lucian violently kicked open the surface hatch. The biting, negative sixty degree wind of the Siberian night hit them like a physical wall as they emerged onto the completely barren permafrost of the crater. A hundred yards away, Sterling One sat flawlessly on the ice, the heavy engines already spooling up. They collapsed onto the frozen ground, their chests heaving violently as the adrenaline crash hit them like a blinding, physical drug. The absolute zero of the arctic was lethal, but they had completely survived the apocalypse. Lucian didn't wait to reach the jet. The feral, possessive r

She thought about the rescue—the twelve people who were alive and moving because she had been there to stabilize them, the two who would not have made the transport without immediate care. "We can talk about never again on the road home," she said. "Right now let's get Yena and Pol moving." He looked at her for one more moment. "Yes," he said. "Let's go home." The overhang was cold. She had not noticed the cold while she was running—she had been generating enough heat that the winter air had felt appropriate rather than extreme. Stopped, in the shelter of the split rock, the cold arrived as itself. She pulled Maret and the older man closer to the inner wall of the rock where the temperature

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.

Dinner that night passed quickly because the snowfall had started to get heavy—a sign that a blizzard was coming. All the survivors at the base had gone into their tents early that night. The blizzards, which had become rare, had returned to greet them harshly. The temperature that night dropped drastically due to the blizzard. And unfortunately, Poppy didn’t have Evander by her side to warm her bed. . . . “Damn! My Warmth Parameter has dropped to just 50%,” Poppy muttered softly, her body beginning to feel the cold creeping over her. Poppy stepped out of her tent, rubbing her arms while hugging herself. Outside the tent, she saw Lily already sitting by the campfire.

" He blinked. He looked at his arm, at my hand clutching him. He inhaled sharply. The gray faded. The pupils returned. The deadly cold receded, rushing back into him, leaving the air merely freezing instead of lethal. He sagged, his knees buckling. I caught him. We fell onto the glass-strewn floor together. "I didn't mean to," he sobbed, burying his face in my coat. "I didn't mean to turn it off. I just wanted them to stop moving." "I know," I shushed him, rocking him back and forth. "I know, baby. You saved us." I looked at my hand. The glove was frozen solid to my sleeve. My fingers were numb. We stayed there for a moment, huddled in the wreckage of the Observation Deck. Below us, the city

"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.