It was 50 degrees below zero and I lived on a mouse until the tenth day.
The volcano erupts and eternal night falls. When I climbed out of the basement, I only had a lighter and half a bottle of ice water in my pocket.
Upstairs, a corpse is scratching at the door.
Downstairs, I'm running for my life.
They say there is a geothermal power plant in the north, where there is light, warmth and a chance to live.
But the road to the north was full of people hungrier than me—and things that were not human.
I took her with me. She said she was a nurse, but she looked at me like she was looking at rations.
I took him with me. He said he knew the road, but every time he stopped, he drew the same symbol in the snow.
I also took the kid with me. She hid in the trash can for three days. When I picked her up, she said: Uncle, I'm so hungry.
Now my rations are only enough for one person for three days.
Outside the window, the torches of the marauders were approaching.
Behind him, the child began to say that sentence again——
"Uncle, I'm so hungry."
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It's so novel, but I don't understand it a bit
It feels interesting but a little messy
It's so novel, but I don't understand it a bit It feels interesting but a little messy