Ice Age

My name is Zhang Ping. In the winter of the second year of the ice disaster, I froze to death in a rabbit hole outside the city. When I opened my eyes again, the fan was spinning and the cicadas were chirping outside the window. The phone screen is on, and there are still sixteen hours before the ice disaster comes in the previous life. Make a fire, stock up on food, and survive until spring. If you do it again, you can at least live longer than your last life. But I was wrong. There's something in the air. The blue flame from a lighter. There was a flash of red light on the roommate's chest. The blizzard has not yet arrived, but something is wrong with the whole city. The doomsday this time is different from the one in memory.