The biting cold wind penetrated the holes in the shelter, picked up debris on the ground, and hit Lin Fan's chapped skin.
He couldn't feel the pain anymore.
Every time his lungs contracted, a stream of solidified air was brought in, burning his fragile insides.
He was leaning against a collapsed wall, the warmth from his body being drained away bit by bit.
Next to him lay three bodies, his last companions.
Their faces were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and their wide eyes stared blankly at the dark iron ceiling.
Hunger has long since numbed her, leaving only a void of cramping pain deep in her abdomen.
Consciousness floats on the edge of darkness.
The last image was of a heavy iron door being slammed shut, and a familiar face flashing past outside the door.
