That night, Liz barely rested, just holding her guitar and plucking the strings, humming the song she wanted to sing over and over again.

Al gradually fell asleep in the midst of such singing, with a little serenity, while Willow remained awake all the time, watching the girl sitting between the wires and the miscellaneous objects.

In the room, the glimmer of the screen illuminates her side face, and Liz seems so focused when she sings, as if she has completely put aside the usual madness and is absorbed into the melody of the music without distraction.

Liz is a very talented singer, and anyone who has heard her sing should admit it.

And this may also be a kind of fate.

She was destined to sing, destined to attract everyone's attention on a snowy night.

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Two days later, the temperature dropped to an unacceptable level in a short period of time, indicating that Liz was not wrong in her feelings, and that a snowstorm was coming.

A huge storm pulls cold air from the upper layers to the ground, causing the temperature to drop dramatically.

In the ruins, the streets and the walls of the houses have formed a thick layer of hoarfrost.

The weather was so cold that the refugees could no longer go out hunting, but fortunately they had already stocked up enough food to survive the snowstorm. Otherwise, before the catastrophe comes, some of them may start dying.

The wind that permeated the city whistled as if someone were crying and whimpering. It made the hearts of those who heard it heavy, as if a boulder had been pressed against their chests, so that they couldn't breathe.

In the underground parking lot of the ruins, in the midst of the gathering of refugees, Northford sat tremblingly beside a campfire with his wife and daughter in his arms.

The flames were burning, making it difficult to breathe, especially for Nana, who was only ten years old, and every now and then she had to pick up the oxygen tank next to her to take a breath of oxygen.

Northerford was also uncomfortable, but he had to deliberately reduce the number of oxygen inhales, as each of them did not have enough oxygen to allocate, and if they did not use it sparingly, they could run out of oxygen before the storm was over.

Everyone knows that the most difficult time is coming.

While the refugees have done everything they can compared to the greenhouse-dwellers who are just waiting, no one knows what this can change.

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Perhaps unable to bear the inner torment, Soldier Johnson finally climbed the walls of the greenhouse before the blizzard came.

He asked his colleagues about the situation of the refugees, and he was relieved to learn that the refugees had bought a batch of supplies by selling food.

At the very least, more people will survive.

Looking at the refugee gathering place of his colleagues in the rubble, Johnson thought.

He knew that he was just a selfish person, he didn't really care about the lives of others, he just didn't want to feel guilty in his heart.

But even so, he still felt a glea, glad that no more people died because of his refusal.

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In the silence of the people, night gradually fell.

The wind grew louder and louder in the ruins, clouds obscured the sky, snowflakes swept through the streets like knives, and frost condensed between the buildings.

The blizzard is coming, and everyone knows it.

Listening to the roar of the wind in the city, people's hearts seem to tremble with their bodies.

At this time, both the refugees in the ruins and the residents of the greenhouses remained silent, hiding in the closed houses and buildings, not daring to make a sound.

In the face of the great power of nature, human beings can always feel their own insignificance, and they can always feel the instinctive fear.

But in the midst of such a creasuring fear, there is another person who is illogically excited.

"Yanagihara, are you ready?"

In the basement room, Liz wore a heavy winter suit carrying her guitar and oxygen tank, put a fully enclosed oxygen mask on her face, and looked back at Yanagihara and urged.

"What are you anxious about, this blizzard is going to last long enough." Yanagihara said unhurriedly as he sorted out the remaining tools. As for the drum kit, they moved it to the radio tower yesterday.

"But it's the first night, isn't it, and I don't want to miss the best time to play."

Liz said, smiling at the corners of her mouth, then picking up one of the radios she had at hand and adjusting it. After making sure it could receive a channel, it was put in the hands of Al.

"Until we come back, you're going to stay here, and you're never allowed to go out, you know?"

In the face of Al's question, Liz's voice took on a rare seriousness.

"Got it." Al nodded, and took the radio from Liz's hand.

"I'm sorry that this thing can let you hear our concert, and I can't let you participate in the show, but there are some things that need to be faced by adults, and I hope you can understand."

Looking down at Al, Liz said with a grin on her lips, reaching out and rubbing the girl's hair.

Maybe only in front of the child will she seem normal.

"Hmm." Al replied softly, then looked at the two as they prepared to go out.

"Will you all come back together?"

Hearing this question, Yanagihara and Liz were both stunned for a moment.

"Huh."

A moment later, Liz, who looked like an alien with a sealed oxygen mask, laughed out loud and patted Yanagihara on the shoulder and said.

"Not necessarily, after all, I'm the lead singer, right, sometimes, I always linger a little longer. But we will definitely be back, I promise. ”

After sorting out everything, the two of them left the basement under the eyes of Al.

Before leaving, Yanagihara loaded all the tools on the snowmobile and said to Liz.

"If you can't go back, Al will be disappointed."

"But if I go back now, she'll be even more disappointed, won't she?"

Liz sat in the carriage and stretched, squinting at the sky.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's go, I can't wait."

Let's go, I'm already excited.