Cold Wave Returns: My Countdown to Doomsday
Ice, ice to the bone.
The last feeling was the muffled sound of the ice breaking on his back as he was pushed down the ice abyss, and the dirty slush mixed with rust and dust that filled his mouth and froze his breath. The hideous laughter of the same kind and the neighing of alien beasts in the distance were the last sounds he heard in that world.
It shouldn't be like this.
Three years of struggling, licking his wounds like a wild dog, only to end up either selling his dignity for half a synthetic biscuit in some fetid underground shelter, or searching in vain for a sliver of flammable material in a never-ending snowstorm. He once trusted and was betrayed; he once had a "family" as big as a palm, but was eventually crushed by more powerful violence. He did not die in a magnificent sacrifice or an epic decisive battle, but like garbage, casually discarded in an abandoned ventilation shaft by his more despicable kind in order to save a few breaths of oxygen.
The consciousness sank into boundless darkness and freezing cold.
Then——
A stream of dry and sultry air, carrying the cheap lemon scent of the car aromatherapy, rushed into the nasal cavity.
The soft leather seats fit the back, and the air-conditioning outlet made a slight hissing sound. Outside the window was the lazy and almost stagnant afternoon sunlight, which filtered through the gaps in the leaves and cast dappled light spots on the steering wheel. On the car radio, the female anchor used a sweet and calm voice to broadcast the fluctuations in international oil prices and gossip about a certain celebrity.
Gao Han opened his eyes suddenly.
The pupils contracted violently and slowly returned to focus. He turned his head stiffly and inch by inch, looking at the cell phone thrown on the passenger seat.
