January 26th, outdoor temperature -70 degrees Celsius.
Three days had passed since the plants were harvested.
The end of the extreme cold was now within reach, and the chat channel was filled with cheers.
The Survivors who had managed to survive until now were either exceptionally capable or had joined powerful Shelters to huddle together for warmth.
Because the final changes of the extreme cold did not bring them more terrifying disasters.
Therefore, overcoming this extreme cold natural disaster was basically a sure thing.
Sitting on the sofa, watching group after group of Survivors celebrating prematurely, Vikram's expression grew increasingly tense.
The situation was not as good as they imagined, according to his projections.
Even during the peaceful period before this natural disaster began, the outside world would not be too safe.
At least, judging by the gradually increasing red dots on the biological detector, the number of zombies was also growing.
