Late at night, Xiao Yi lay on his simple bed, gazing at the dancing flames outside the window. His heart was filled with uncertainty and worry about the future, but he also knew he had to face it bravely. He closed his eyes and began to rest, ready to face a new day and new challenges.

The next day, Xiao Yi woke up to find the outside world shrouded in a blizzard. The wind roared like a wild beast, carrying icy snowflakes that frantically slammed against the windows of the shelter, making a harsh crackling sound. He looked out the window, only to see a vast expanse of white, as if the entire world had been swallowed by ice and snow.

Xiao Yi knew that he couldn't risk going out to look for food today. He had to stay in the shelter and wait for the snowstorm to end. The food in the shelter was very limited, so he could only eat sparingly. He took out the only bottle of water left, took a sip, then carefully tore off a small piece of bread, chewing it slowly and swallowing it.

He sat by the fire, its light illuminating his resolute face. He gazed at the dancing flames, his mind racing. He knew he couldn't just sit there and wait for death; he had to find a way to survive this difficult situation. He began to think about how to prolong his survival as long as possible with limited resources.

The blizzard lasted all day, only to gradually subside as night fell. Xiao Yi leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of the wind and snow gradually subsiding outside. He knew that although the blizzard had stopped, the world outside was still full of unknowns and dangers. He had to remain vigilant and be ready to deal with any zombies or other threats that might appear.

Late at night, Xiao Yi lay on his simple bed, looking out the window at the faint firelight. He felt a little tired, but more worried and determined about the future. He knew that he couldn't give up and had to keep fighting for survival. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, hoping that tomorrow would bring better news.

After the snowstorm, the outside world seemed to be covered by a thick layer of ice crystals, and even the air was bitingly cold. Xiao Yi took a deep breath of cold air, tightened his clothes, and resolutely walked out of the shelter.

His goal was clear: to find fuel. In this frigid apocalypse, fire was crucial for survival. Only by keeping the fire burning could he stay warm and endure the long nights of winter.

Xiao Yi laboriously searched the nearby ruins. Most of the buildings had collapsed, and various debris was scattered among the broken walls. He carefully avoided corners where zombies might be hiding, searching through the ruins with his red, frozen hands.

Finally, in an abandoned warehouse, Xiao Yi found some wood and coal. He excitedly collected the fuel and carefully put it into his backpack. Although the fuel was not much, it was a precious survival resource for him.

Xiao Yi returned to the shelter with a full harvest. He immediately put wood and coal into the fire and lit them with a match. The fire instantly burned, making a crackling sound. The flames illuminated the shelter and warmed Xiao Yi's body.

He sat by the fire, feeling the warmth and comfort of the flames, knowing that with the fuel he could keep the fire burning through the cold winter.

Xiao Yi looked at the fire, his heart filled with hope. He knew that as long as he didn't give up, he would have a chance to survive in this apocalypse. He believed that as long as he persevered, there would be a new dawn one day.

In the extremely cold apocalypse, Xiao Yi's body was like a dead tree eroded by frost, gradually losing its vitality. Days of hard work and the cold had caused his resistance to drop sharply. He began to cough, his voice hoarse and weak. With the bursts of biting cold, his forehead was burning, and his body was shaking constantly.

Xiao Yi knew that he was ill. In this desolate place, there were no medicines or doctors. Only he and his willpower were fighting the disease tenaciously. He lay beside the fire, the firelight illuminating his pale and haggard face. His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed, as if he was enduring great pain.

He kept drinking water, trying to warm himself up. However, the cold, like a merciless demon, continued to erode his body. His consciousness gradually blurred, as if he had fallen into chaos.

In this hazy consciousness, Xiao Yi seemed to see his family and friends. They smiled and waved to him, calling him home. Those familiar faces, those warm voices, made his heart surge with a strong desire. He longed to return to the past, to return to that world full of warmth and love.

Yet, he knew it was just an illusion. He had to wake up and face reality. He forced his eyes open and stared at the dancing flames. He told himself he couldn't give up, couldn't just collapse. He had to persevere, for survival, for the sake of his departed loved ones and friends.

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and sat up with all his strength. He reached out and touched his forehead, feeling the scorching heat. He knew he had to find a way to cure his illness. He began to think about possible methods, trying to find a clue in his mind.

In this extremely cold apocalypse, Xiao Yi's willpower became his most solid weapon. He believed that as long as he did not give up, he would be able to find a way to treat it and get through this difficult time.

Xiao Yi's condition was as severe as a blizzard. He lay in the corner of the shelter, his body heavy as if bound by chains, unable to rise. The food and fuel around him were all gone, only the weak fire still flickered tenaciously, but the flames were gradually dimming.

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