A Million Tons of Doomsday Supplies: The Ice-Cold Campus Belle Wants In

The bitter wind pierced the holes in the shelter, sweeping up scraps from the ground and stinging Lin Fan’s cracked skin. He could no longer feel any pain. Every time his lungs contracted, they drew in air as cold as ice, scorching his frail insides. He leaned against a collapsed wall as the warmth slowly drained from his body. Three bodies lay beside him. They were his last companions. A layer of frost covered their faces, their wide-open eyes staring blankly at the dark metal ceiling. Hunger had long since numbed him. All that remained was an empty, twisting ache deep in his abdomen. His consciousness drifted along the edge of darkness. The last thing he saw was a heavy iron door slamming shut, and the familiar face that flashed into view outside it.