Chapter 39 A Body In The Snow

• The radio crackled, its steady hum of static filling the air of Lucy’s small, dimly lit living room. Outside, the snow drifted relentlessly, a thick, suffocating white curtain blurring the world beyond her frost-laced window. The temperature had dropped further — so brutally cold now that boiling water left outside would freeze solid within minutes. It was a new, cruel kind of normal.
• She kept the radio on at all times now, flipping between frequencies, catching the desperate voices of private broadcasters, official announcements, and the occasional panicked civilian who managed to hijack a signal to share their terror. It painted a grim portrait of the outside world, a cacophony of fear and confusion.
• What made her fingers pause over the dial today was a particular report.