A night passed, and the apocalypse entered its fifth day.

It was eight in the morning, yet the world outside remained shrouded in fog, dim and heavy with gloom.

Hail still fell from the sky, though it had grown smaller and less dense. A thick layer of ice had formed across the ground, mixed with frozen pellets—so slick it was nearly impossible to walk. Worse still, the ice was toxic, making it completely unsafe to go outside.

There was no rescue.

It had already been five days. People's patie