They were now more than halfway through their journey. Several months had passed since they'd left the small courtyard, and the temperature had risen from minus sixty-six degrees to minus forty-three.
'Humans are incredibly adaptable. For someone from the south, living at over forty degrees below zero somehow didn't seem so difficult anymore.'
'When the apocalypse began, the temperature had plummeted to five or six degrees below zero, and so many people had frozen to death. The ones who survived to this day, after countless rounds of natural selection, had developed a certain resistance.'
At 6:30 the next morning, the group began moving toward a thicket of shrubs. Reaching it, five kilometers away, required crossing several steep sand dunes. The sand layer here was loose, and everyone worried they might run into quicksand again.
Ronan Kendrick once again went ahead to scout, while Evelyn Ford blew her whistle and led the team to follow.
