Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus-Chapter 978 665: Zombie Pigs—Meat Eaters, Not Vegetarians

Blizzard.
Long icicles hang from the eaves, nearly a meter long.
Crack—
A crisp sound, broken by a pair of rough, dark hands covered with chilblains.
"Hiss! So cold, here, you take it, I'm not holding it anymore." A boy about twelve or thirteen years old said as he handed the icicle to the boy beside him.
The other boy, slightly older than him, took out a commonly seen plastic bottle from before Doomsday and said to the boy with the tiger-like head: "I thought you weren't afraid of the cold. Here, put it inside."
The tiger-headed boy quickly broke the icicle in his hand, broke it again, breaking it into seven or eight short pieces, and stuffed them into the plastic bottle.
This plastic bottle is the large type from before Doomsday, with a 4-liter capacity, typically used with a household automatic water dispenser.
The meter-long icicle, broken into several pieces, was put into it.
The tiger-headed boy warmed his hands by tucking them into his chest, then used the other hand to open the big door and ran inside.
The slightly older boy glanced at the courtyard surrounded by inner walls, where dozens of mounds of snow were piled up, a trace of sorrow in his eyes.
His father's body was there too.
Ever since the last time when zombies climbed in using iron barrels, catching them off guard, resulting in seven or eight people being bitten to death by zombies.
In the end, it was their leader Dongfeng who bravely took care of the zombies that climbed in from the East Wall and moved away the barrel blown to the foot of the East Wall, preventing greater casualties.
However, his father also died in that incident.
Looking at that patch of snow mounds, he held the plastic bottle in his hand and walked into the house.
Pushing open another door, he tiptoed, afraid of stepping on others, and slowly walked to a spot not far from the fire. He sat down, the icicles in the plastic bottle had melted a few drops of water by now.
This room, although relatively enclosed, still had a few ventilation openings.
And these ventilation openings would allow the hard-earned warmth accumulated in the room to escape.
But they had to be kept open, otherwise, they would suffocate in this room due to lack of oxygen.
The room had two fires burning, plus there were many people, making it much warmer than outside, but just by two or three degrees.
"Tie Tou, I'm really thirsty, I want to drink water." The tiger-headed boy, who came in earlier, said to him, his spot right beside him.
He glanced at the tiger-headed boy, then at the iron basins and enamel bottles lined up around the fire, and said: "Wait a bit, let it melt a little before drinking, otherwise if you eat the icicles, you might get diarrhea and catch a cold."
Just like himself, the tiger-headed boy lost his only relative in the last incident to the zombies.
The two relied on each other for survival.
"Oh." The tiger-headed boy licked his cracked lips, his eyes fixed on the plastic bottle in his hand.
Just then, someone got up and took the iron can from beside the fire, leaving a vacant spot.
Tie Tou hurriedly poured all the icicles from the plastic bottle into a steel basin, and quickly placed the basin in the vacant spot.
"Ten minutes." He said to the tiger-headed boy, estimating the time from experience.
The tiger-headed boy scratched his head, then shuffled his clothes and lay down on the bedding, staring blankly at the fire.
In the room, snores and low conversations could occasionally be heard.
With more people, there were all kinds of smells, but no one wanted to leave; with such cold temperatures outside, even though the room was a bit crowded and smelled, at least they wouldn't freeze to death!
Ten minutes later, Tie Tou used a cloth to grab the steel basin and brought it over.
The snow had completely melted, and white steam was rising from the water in the steel basin.
"Take out your cup," Tie Tou said to the tiger-headed boy, who sat up at once.
The tiger-headed boy quickly took out an iron cup, missing a part of its rim, from his bag.
Pouring the heated water into his iron cup, the tiger-headed boy raised the cup and started drinking.
The steel basin wasn't directly placed on the fire, but beside it, so the water wasn't hot, just moderately warm.
The tiger-headed boy drank the warm water in one go, feeling the warmth spread through his body.
"Pour me another cup," the tiger-headed boy said to Tie Tou, licking his lips.
Tie Tou shook his head, smiling as he said: "Don't drink too much, or you'll freeze when you go out to pee."
Though he said so, he still poured another cup for the tiger-headed boy.
He looked at the slightly cracked ceiling, another piece of wall fell off, and he took a sip of the freshly heated water.
Warmth was a luxury, and so was this warm water, seemingly soothing his battered heart.
.......
In the desolate scene of Doomsday, the city and forest were frozen, sixty degrees below zero shrouding the world. Innocent snowflakes danced in the wind, covering once-busy streets and buildings.
On the city's streets, a dead silence prevailed, with only a few abandoned cars and dilapidated buildings on the empty roads. Amidst the bleak scene, zombies wandered slowly, their bloodthirsty gazes devoid of humanity.
Survivors struggled to live in this desolation, some hiding in abandoned buildings, searching for warmth and safety.