This is apocalyptic

Chapter 115: Snowstorm

The light grew dimmer and dimmer until night fell.

The fire in the house became the only source of heat. Bai Xiao went out to move some firewood. The snow outside the yard had already accumulated to a certain thickness. This snow was heavier than he had expected.

Hiding in the house and rubbing their hands, it was getting late and no one wanted to move. Lin Duoduo took sips of the hot water, Bai Xiao occasionally ate something, and the fire emitting heat in front of them was the most precious thing at the moment.

Bai Xiao went to get some more meat, mixed wolf meat and smoked meat together, threw in some of the dried vegetable leaves that Lin Duoduo had previously dried, and cooked a pot of broth.

Lin Duoduo drank a lot of soup, and then took out the wine and shared a little with the Zombie King. She didn't know how to drink well, and Bai Xiao was not a wine lover either. He could stop drinking easily after drinking a little each time and would not get drunk.

He didn't know what a drunk zombie looked like, whether he would go crazy or stagger, or maybe zombies couldn't get drunk.

Not knowing what changes the stimulation of alcohol would bring to the body, Bai Xiao only tasted a little to make it easier to observe.

After eating and drinking, my stomach feels warm.

"Has it ever been this cold before?" Bai Xiao couldn't help but ask.

"Rarely, there was only one time a few years ago when I burned some of the stored wood and stayed here all day." Lin Duoduo forgot how many years it was, but that year the wind was very strong and the snow was very heavy. The firewood under the shed had all burned out, and the sky was full of wind and snow. She had no choice but to remove a few windows and doors and sit here to keep warm.

That time passed quickly, it was just a cold wave, the weather cleared up after a few days, and then the temperature rose day by day. All that was left in her memory was the white color between the sky and the earth.

There was no bacon or salt fish hanging in the house at that time.

The snow in my memory is always accompanied by cold and hunger. Even if I have food stored, I will not eat it recklessly because I have to endure the winter.

This time it was even colder than that year. In the second half of the night, Lin Duoduo was wrapped in Bai Xiao's coat and slept for a while. Two people always have more heat than one person. The temperature under the coat was very high. She only exposed half of her face, leaned on the zombie's shoulder, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day the snow fell even harder. After a night, the snow was already above my ankles and there was no sign of stopping.

The yard was no longer recognizable. As soon as the door curtain was lifted, a cold wind would blow in with snowflakes, and the temperature would immediately drop a few degrees.

Bai Xiao heard a rustling sound on the roof and stayed in the house for two days. The snow was getting heavier. Even before the disaster, this kind of weather could be called a snowstorm.

Unable to go out, and even standing in the yard for short, he hid in the house, waiting for the snow to end soon.

The warm house became a good shelter. Listening to the increasingly strong wind outside, Bai Xiao suspected that there would be another snowstorm.

The good news is that the reserves are sufficient. He and Lin Duoduo can drink the broth to keep warm. If Aunt Qian can hold on, the meat will be enough to eat for a while, not counting her original reserves.

"Haven't you stopped yet?" Lin Duoduo shivered when he lifted the door curtain and wrapped her clothes tightly.

"Not yet." Bai Xiao checked and sat back down.

"Not getting smaller?"

"No."

"Scavenging should be much easier next year." Lin Duoduo always thinks about the optimistic side.

If it was the first two years after the disaster, it would have been a huge disaster for humanity. She had heard from her family that it snowed heavily and was very cold that year, and the zombies were still very powerful at the time, so only humans suffered.

Now, many years later, the zombies in the city have become very old. If there is another snowstorm like this, some of the old zombies will never be able to get up again.

After a long time, there is always the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Snow fell all day and all night long. Bai Xiao hid in the warm house and watched the fire. He couldn't tell which day it was. The sky was always gray and depressing.

Thick snow covered everything in the yard. Every time he opened the door and lifted the curtain to look outside, Lin Duoduo would ask a question.

"Is it still raining?"

"Ah."

Everything outside was frozen. Bai Xiao retreated and drank some hot water. Lin Duoduo felt a little sleepy and wanted to take a nap, but it would always get colder when she slept, and it would take a long time to wake up. She looked at the Zombie King and whispered, "I'm sleepy."

Bai Xiao opened his coat and she went in.

"There's no zombie dignity at all." Bai Xiao said.

"Wake me up when you're hungry and I'll cook you some broth." Lin Duoduo closed her eyes and huddled in his clothes. It was warmer inside the house than outside, and warmer than the house was inside the zombies' clothes.

The zombies wrapped themselves around the humans, looking at the windows blocked by curtains. They didn't know how long this kind of weather would last. The snow blocked many ways to obtain food, and the infected animals outside must be going crazy.

He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to rest. Not only would this human keep him warm, but he would also be wrapped up in the heat she emitted. Perhaps this was the hugging for warmth we had heard of before, except it was a zombie and a human.

Lin Duoduo slept soundly because she didn't have to worry about being accidentally infected by the zombie king because of the sweater inside. When she woke up, the light in the room had dimmed. The heavy snow for several days and nights had disrupted her daily routine.

"We won't freeze to death here, will we?" Lin Duoduo suspected that the snow would keep falling and they would never see the sun again.

"No." Bai Xiao said.

"really?"

She was still a little sleepy, and her voice was low, soft, and a little hoarse.

The heavy snow had been falling for too long and the wind had never stopped. Every time Bai Xiao went to check on the situation, cold wind and snowflakes would come in through the gaps in the door curtains.

After hiding in the warm coat and feeling the comfortable temperature for a while, she pulled herself together and did not continue to sleep. She went to the storage area to get some bacon.

The wild boar meat that had been smoked over the stove and turned into a dark red color with an oily sheen was washed with hot water, cut into slices, and thrown into the pot to cook for a while with the smell of firewood smoke. The fragrance came out.

Eating can make people feel happy, and it can also slightly relieve the depressed mood caused by the blizzard.

I threw some firewood into the stove and the flames grew a little bigger.

The next day, Bai Xiao went out to take a look. The snow in the yard was above his calves. Large flakes of snow were being blown by the wind, with no sign of stopping. This was something he had never encountered before the disaster.

The water in the house had run out, so he broke a large piece of ice from the water tank and brought it in to melt.

After another three or four days, the snow finally stopped. The wind was still howling, and the heavy snow covered everything. The snow in the yard was up to the waist.

Friday died in the heavy snow and was buried in the snow. When the snow melted, Bai Xiao found that it had fallen there and would not move anymore. The rotten old zombie could not survive the snowstorm.

Several houses in the village were also crushed, and he heard the noise at night.

He has not yet adapted to the snowstorm in the apocalypse.

The earth fell silent.

(End of this chapter)