Chapter 211
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Then, the sky opened up.
It started as rain, then shifted into freezing sleet, and finally, thick, heavy flakes began to dump from the clouds.
Outside, the temperature tanked. It went from a balmy ninety degrees to freezing in a heartbeat.
The drop was so fast it made everyone’s blood run cold.
Good thing they’d turned their place into a damn fortress. If they hadn’t built it like a vault, they’d be catching hell right now. The base got their furnaces fired up fast, too. But with so many people packed in there, keeping everyone warm was impossible. There just wasn’t enough heat to go around.
Only the rich districts stayed warm. In the slums, everyone was freezing their asses off.
Luckily, Albert and his son had listened to Josie. She’d told them that if they didn’t have time to build heated bunkers, they should just start digging. Go underground. Use cellars to trap the heat.
The temp was dropping fast, but the ground wouldn’t freeze solid just yet. They still had a window.
So for the last few days, the whole base had been in a digging frenzy. Everyone was underground, hollowing out the earth like their lives depended on it.
The underground parking garages of the high–rises were packed tight. People were crammed into every square inch of space.
Living upstairs was a nightmare. It was just way too cold.
Most people don’t really get how building insulation works.
Most houses down south aren’t built with that kind of insulation. It’s strictly a northern thing.
The walls down there are paper–thin. One deep freeze and the cold cuts right through ‘em like they aren’t even there.
It was actually warmer in the underground garages than in the apartments.
The base management got moving. They linked all the parking lots under the high–rises, turning them into one massive bunker to keep everyone from freezing to death.
It was a tight squeeze, but they managed to cram everyone in.
As for the drama or fights that would inevitably break out down there? That wasn’t Albert’s problem. He had no way of controlling that, anyway.
The people at the bottom never have a voice. That’s just how the world works, no matter the era.
Inside the base, people were scraping by. It was freezing, but they were alive.
But the ones left outside? The ones who didn’t make the cut? They were totally screwed.
They were completely blindsided.
No one told them The Deep Freeze was coming. When the temperature plummeted, most of them were still in t–shirts and shorts.
When the snow started falling, reality finally hit them like a freight train. Something was very, very wrong.
They bundled up in every scrap of clothing they could find, but it didn’t matter. The chill was bone–deep, and nothing could stop
Right now, it was barely below zero. By the time it hit minus one hundred, the people outside wouldn’t stand a chance.
If the Undead didn’t hunt them down, the cold would finish the job.
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At least the frost was fair. It didn’t just mess with humans and the Undead; it also crippled the mutant animals and the Mutant Flora.
These six months were a window–a chance for everyone to level up.
Whoever pushed through the struggle and grew the fastest would be the one calling the shots.
If you just hid away and tried to get comfortable, you were basically just waiting to be eaten six months from now.
That was why Josie and her crew weren’t taking any days off. Even though they were stuck indoors, they locked in a brutal training schedule.
Josie and the Blue Owl Squad were grinding. They were putting in over ten hours of high–intensity training every single day.
They’d gutted the two basement levels of their place and turned them into a massive training hub.
Boxing, MMA, gym gear–they had everything they needed.
They even set up a simulated three–mile obstacle course and extreme rock climbing walls.
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