Xu Xiaoka felt a surge of emotion and nodded. "I know, Sister Momo."
The blizzard had been raging for a full month, turning the entire city into a ghost town. Echoes now rang through the hallways, and people had transitioned from panic to a numb acceptance regarding the continuous deaths around them.
Every day, Wang Jian Country and Wang Liping organized the survivors to go door-to-door, scavenging food from the homes of the deceased.
The snow had piled up as high as the sixth floor, burying nearly half the building. At first, some people organized daily efforts to smash the snow blockages, hoping to keep the building's entrance clear so a rescue team could get in. Eventually, they stopped doing so. For one, the snow outside was packed so tightly that it had hardened into thick, impenetrable blocks of ice. For another, smashing the snow simply took too much effort. To conserve energy and live just a little bit longer, it was better not to waste their strength.
