On the 75th day of the zombie outbreak, the snow continued to fall, accumulating to the height of an adult's thigh.

Despite the continuous operation of the air conditioner, the bone-chilling cold still seeped through the walls and into the room.

It's really cold, except for necessary activities like getting out of bed to use the toilet.

I've been lying in bed the whole time, covered with two thick down comforters, and there's even an electric blanket underneath me.

At noon, I had a box of self-heating beef hotpot.

As the spicy and piping-hot food slid from my mouth to my stomach, I felt a bit warmer all over.