The Whole World Is Frozen

Thinking it was a normal cold wave, I stocked up on two boxes of instant noodles. It wasn't until the thermometer dropped below minus 70 degrees and the radiator exploded into a lump of ice that I realized that this was the funeral of the world. The city turned into a giant ice cellar, the power was cut off, and the water solidified into ice bricks. There was the sound of chewing from behind the neighbor's door, and the eyes of the man who once nodded and smiled looked like he was looking at the grain reserves. No powers, no rescue. My name is Bai Xiaofei, and I am trapped in a rental house on the fifteenth floor with only half a biscuit and a rusty utility knife. My frostbitten toes were already numb, and every time I opened the door, I was taking a huge gamble with death. The sound of banging on the door in the corridor was getting closer and closer, and outside the window was the wind and snow that could freeze the lungs. The world has become a silent tomb, and I must dig out a pile of ice corpses to find a chance to live one more day. After all, in this ruins where even blood can freeze, living is the cruelest mockery of death.