The cold wind of a hundred degrees below zero was like countless ice-hardened knives, cutting through the frozen skin of the forest.
He was huddled in the mezzanine of a collapsed office building, holding half a blackened compressed biscuit tightly in his arms. It was his only hope to survive the seventh day in this frozen apocalypse. Outside the window, the once prosperous Donghai City has long turned into a deathly ice prison. High-rise buildings are wrapped in thick ice shells, streets are frozen into mirror surfaces, and corpses frozen into ice sculptures can be seen everywhere, maintaining the desperate posture before death. The sky is always leaden gray, and blizzards fall endlessly, burying all traces of civilization under the ice that lasts for thousands of years.
