Su Ruanruan really wanted to jump into a river and take a proper bath, but in this situation, she didn’t even dare to stretch out her hands.
She felt like she was covered in filth, and even her breathing carried a foul smell.
But fortunately, the temperature was low, and the residue on her body had frozen solid.
She was screaming internally, but on the surface she looked calm and composed.
Today was October 31st—the first day of the extreme cold disaster, with temperatures dropping to -20°C.
Su Ruanruan took out a bottle of mineral water from her backpack. It was ice-cold to the touch; by the time she looked at it, it had already frozen into ice.
In an instant, the coldness spread from her hand through her entire body, and she quickly shivered and put the bottle back into her bag.
Her nose was red from the cold. The wind kept blowing, sharp like blades slicing across her face.
Every breath she took was freezing—air going in cold, circulating through her body, and coming out still cold.
Gradually, her limbs became stiff, and her consciousness started to blur.
No! She jolted awake, unable to believe she had almost fallen asleep sitting upright.
If she fell asleep in this temperature, her blood circulation would slow down, and she could easily die.
She bit down hard on the tip of her tongue.
The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, and pain spread through her body, forcing her to fully wake up.
She quickly took advantage of her oversized down jacket to hide her movements, secretly peeling off the cold heat packs and tossing them into her space.
She replaced them with new ones, sticking them all over her body—she didn’t care about safety anymore.
As long as she didn’t freeze to death, anything was fine!
She also changed out her dirty thermal underwear for a fresh, warm set.
Then she turned her back, pretending to sleep, while her consciousness entered her space to eat.
In the floating space, Su Ruanruan’s consciousness drifted around, thinking—what should she eat?
It had to be hot, high-energy, and filling.
She looked around and couldn’t decide: snail rice noodles, wonton soup, or soup noodles all sounded good.
Anything with broth would warm her up instantly.
Since she couldn’t choose, she might as well eat them all.
She opened her space “model house” and set it up like a real room.
Her consciousness sat at the table and started eating: snail noodles, wonton soup, and noodle soup.
A bite of noodles, then a plump wonton, then a sip of hot soup—pure satisfaction.
Only after eating did she feel alive again.
After resting for a while, she turned her head and saw a weak, thin woman beside her, her head tilted against the wall, breathing shallow.
She looked like she was about to fall asleep—and in this weather, sleeping meant death.
Sigh. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.
Su Ruanruan reached out, pushed the woman over onto the ground, then immediately turned away as if nothing had happened.
“Who pushed me!” the woman shouted, suddenly waking up.
After that small incident, Su Ruanruan pushed the matter aside.
She stood up and went to find a familiar soldier, explaining her idea: they should light fires during rest stops.
The soldier agreed after some thought.
Soon, she was brought to the front of the convoy.
Thirty military off-road vehicles formed a circle, and inside were dozens of large tents glowing warmly.
The soldier stopped in front of one tent and politely asked for permission.
But before he finished speaking, the curtain lifted slightly in the wind.
Su Ruanruan clearly saw inside: warm firelight, laughter, and comfort.
Her expression darkened.
The military clearly had resources—but they were not being used for the ordinary survivors.
She said quietly, “No need to report.”
The soldier also saw it and fell silent.
It was obvious: resources like fuel and heat were reserved for higher-ranking people.
Su Ruanruan didn’t feel surprised—this was human nature.
But she didn’t want to live forever under inequality and suppression.
She wanted her own team, and she needed strength.
The soldier, still loyal and emotional, eventually organized a group to collect fire-starting materials.
Su Ruanruan followed.
In the abandoned supermarket, shelves were messy and goods scattered everywhere.
She was paired with a man wearing a white female down jacket, tall and cold-looking.
His eyes were calm and detached.
Su Ruanruan suddenly realized who he was—
Lu An.
A future powerhouse.
She looked around instinctively, searching for the legendary “ten-meter-tall orange cat” people always mentioned about him.
Right, that hasn’t happened yet.
They searched the store, but found almost nothing useful.
Snow Disaster
The soldier suddenly spoke softly: “Come out, Tangtang.”
A small orange cat jumped out from inside his jacket.
It landed lightly on the ground, then looked back at its owner.
The cat was small but fluffy, with golden eyes.
Su Ruanruan’s eyes widened.
So this cat was already with him before the apocalypse.
Lu An poured a little water into his palm, and the cat licked it obediently.
After drinking, it meowed and climbed back into his jacket pocket.
The inner lining of his coat had a small pouch designed for it.
“Your cat?” Su Ruanruan asked knowingly.
“Yes,” Lu An replied gently. “Tangtang. I’ve raised it for five years.”
“Cute,” she said honestly.
Soon, they returned empty-handed—no firelighters, nothing.
But Su Ruanruan secretly took out a cheap lighter from her space and “found” it.
She announced excitedly that she had good luck, and everyone cheered.
On the way back, she glanced at Lu An.
He looked at her with quiet suspicion.
She smiled brightly at him.
That night, snow began to fall.
Thick, heavy snowflakes covered everything in white within moments.
It was beautiful—but deadly.
The cold intensified as they were forced to continue marching.
By evening, the snow was already over one meter deep.
People struggled forward, sinking with every step.
Some collapsed and were buried instantly.
By morning, the entire city of Huicheng had become a white graveyard.
Bodies, debris, and ruins were buried under snow.
The world looked like the end of days.
At noon, they rested in a park.
Everything was silent except for crying and despair.
The convoy was ordered to continue moving.
And so they walked on—through a frozen apocalypse.