A Story Of The Frozen Apocalypse

Synopsis

When the apocalyptic extreme cold descended, my mother showed up at the village entrance with my half-brother, begging to be taken in. But no one expected that they would seize the tunnels the entire village depended on for survival, driving the other villagers and me out into a blizzard at 76 degrees below zero Fahrenheit, where we froze to death. "Jenna, these tunnels are mine now. For the sake of family, you can go out there and fend for yourself." The last thing I heard before I died was them laughing inside the warm tunnels, mocking us for our worthless lives. Then, I opened my eyes again. The familiar sound of my hometown dialect reached my ears. "Jenna, wake up. We're butchering a pig later, come help out." I stared at the calendar on the wall. There were only ten days left until the apocalypse struck. This time, I would lead all the villagers to dig and fortify tunnels, erect fortifications, and stock up on supplies. As for those ungrateful wretches, I would make sure they didn't even deserve the right to beg from us.