The moon rose above the branches and set in the blink of an eye. As a touch of golden light slowly surfaced on the horizon, May 12th of the doomsday calendar quietly arrived. Today, only two days remained until the terrifying negative forty-degree temperature drop of the winter disaster.
As the freezing plunge drew ever closer, cold air swept across the land, constantly pouring into every corner of the wasteland. Early in the morning, before the sky even fully brightened, Su Mo woke up freezing once again. He checked the time; it was already 5:20 a.m. Giving up on sleep, he simply put on his clothes and sat up.
"Phew, it's freezing today!"
Cold-weather clothing, if one ignored its weight and restrictiveness, was somewhat warmer than a bed when worn. He waited until his body completely warmed up before slowly standing up, stretching a few times, and walking out of the tent.
"Oh, Director, you're up so early?"
