At night, the wind was still howling outside the cave.
Chen Zhou moved the bench in front of the stove, facing the fire, his face illuminated by the flames.
The door was tightly shut, not only propped from the inside with a wooden stick, but also stuffed with animal skins in all the gaps around it.
Yet the cold air still kept seeping in from outside.
Just as he expected, the temperature never climbed back up this time.
As the temperature dropped below minus forty degrees, humans could barely stay outside for long anymore; even with the gene modification injections, neither he nor Paul could manage it.
Threatened by the severe cold, the three of them hid inside the cave.
Now, aside from going out to fetch food and letting the three-headed Saw-toothed Tiger relieve itself, they spent almost the entire day huddled in the cave.
