With so many people crowding around and the heavy rain dimming the light, Nadia carefully adjusted her position. Despite her efforts, Harrison instantly spotted her. Nadia smiled, feigning innocence. "Pull your shoulders back, lean forward slightly when aiming, and keep your elbows bent…" Grateful for his expert advice, Nadia committed each tip to memory, planning to put them into practice once she got home. They shared an unspoken understanding with neither asking about the guns' origins. … After the gunshot, silence spread across the entire building. No one dared to provoke the residents of the eighteenth floor again. Life had to go on. Staying inside every day was driving everyone restless. Caleb, now with visibly stronger arms, knocked on the door of 1801, inviting them out on a supply run. The water level kept rising, and they no longer held out hope for the rain to stop. After all, this was the apocalypse. There was no telling what might happen next. Supplies dwindled every day, and the steady drain on resources left everyone feeling anxious. Harrison agreed to go. Lily eagerly wanted to join, while Colby, with an air of determination, quickly lined up, barking, "Woof!" The dog had matured. He had his own opinions now, and Nadia knew she could no longer keep him inside. "Take care of yourself." Colby trotted back to the room, dragging out his stab-proof vest and his doggy raincoat. It was time for him to set out. Human, hurry up and put on my battle gear! Nadia, both amused and exasperated, dressed him while joking, "Oh dear, my little soldier is off to earn his keep again." The black dog looked both proud and slightly shy. Human, just you wait. I will bring you back some meat! From upstairs, Nadia watched them leave, pulling out some mink fur and measuring it with plans to make a coat for Colby. The rain continued, but the temperature was also dropping. Nadia had a feeling that an extreme winter was coming. Compared to the floods, the cold would be a deadlier threat. The Malinois could adapt quickly to harsh conditions, but Nadia still worried. In temperatures dropping as low as minus sixty or seventy degrees Celsius, even people would struggle to survive, no matter how bundled up they were. What chance did a short-haired dog have? Thinking of the frostbite Colby had suffered in her past life made her heart ache. This time, she would not let him go through that again. Jasmine stopped by, surprised to see Nadia working with the fur coat. "Making clothes for Colby?" "Yes, I feel like it is getting colder by the day. Last night, I even woke up from the chill." Nadia offered a gentle hint, continuing to say, "First, there was the typhoon, and now it has been two months of rain. Who knows what weather could come next? "We are lucky to be in the south, where it does not get too cold in winter. Up north, temperatures drop way below freezing." "True. If this were the north, it would already be snowing." "Do you think the north might be flooded too?" Nadia wondered. "Now that it is winter, could it all be frozen solid?" The thought made Jasmine shiver. That would be a living nightmare. "Winter in Phoenix City is usually mild. Last winter, people wore short sleeves. This year could be different," Nadia added. "I think it might get much colder than last year." Taking Nadia’s words seriously, Jasmine felt a growing worry. "We have stocked up on clothes and firewood. We should be alright." The conversation turned more serious. "Nadia, while the situation in the building may be under control now, no one knows what might happen later. "You should store your supplies in multiple places. If anyone breaches the eighteenth floor, at least they will not be able to loot everything in one go." The idea had struck Caleb out of the blue, and they worked through the night, prying open the ceiling in the kitchen and bathroom, carefully sealing food and medicine and hiding them in multiple spots. They used every hidden space they could find in the ceiling vents, exhaust ducts, and even the toilet tanks. "You should never put all your eggs in one basket," Jasmine solemnly said. "When Caleb and Levi get back, have them help you with this.""Are you not worried about rats chewing through everything?" Jasmine laughed. "Better rats than thieves. We should get some rat poison or traps just to be safe." "That is a solid plan." Nadia agreed. "I could try hollowing out the sofa for supply storage too." Jasmine was surprised by the idea. Why didn't they think of that hiding spot? Once Jasmine left, Nadia continued sewing the fur coat. She had enough material left over, so she thought of making outfits for Dusty and Snowball too. The two of them had thick fur, but Snowball was pregnant again. Nadia was unsure if they could survive the extreme cold. If they could, she would continue to breed them. If not, they would have to become part of her meat supply. Their fate was uncertain. She brought the two of them over, taking measurements and holding the fabric against them. Their warm fur felt comforting in her arms. With a better diet, they seemed to have grown sturdier. Especially Snowball, whose round belly suggested a full litter. After finishing the three fur coats, Nadia felt newfound confidence in her sewing skills. However, fur coats alone would not be enough. She thought of the fabric she had stored. She would need to pick out some warmer materials to make extra layers. Nadia went to her stash, selecting two rolls of fabric. Just as she was about to leave, she noticed a high-tech thermal suit that was priced at 198,000. On a whim, she took it out and decided to try it on. To her surprise, it felt incredibly comfortable and soft against her skin, like silk. It was a little too big for her, so she thought she would use it as pajamas.Just as she was about to take it off, she noticed something strange. With the rain and the chill, it was a rather cold day with the temperature hovering around twenty-one degrees Celsius. Even in her sweatshirt, she felt cold. This thin fabric, however, felt perfectly warm, like she was wrapped in an extra layer of heat. It felt warmer than her sweatshirt. Could it really regulate temperatures? She stepped into her stash, where the air was warmer. Sure enough, the warmth faded, replaced by a cool comfort that felt as if she was wearing nothing at all. The moment she stepped back out, the warmth returned. This really was a… high-tech thermal suit. Nadia recalled that when she had stocked up, she had not noticed anything special. The temperatures must not have varied much then. With the thermal suit still on, she turned on the gas stove and held her arm over the flame. She felt warmth in her palm and on her arm, though it was slightly less intense on her upper arm. It really did regulate temperatures, though the idea of eternal twenty-five degrees was unrealistic. Still, to create such fabric was beyond impressive. If not for this disaster, this material would have caused a technological revolution once it hit the market. At 198,000, it was worth every cent. She had ten rolls of this thermal fabric, totaling three hundred thirty-three meters. She did not have much, but used sparingly, it would see her through a lifetime, no matter how extreme the weather.She quickly decided to make two sets for herself, two for Colby, and use the scraps for Dusty and Snowball. She would not just be making clothes. She planned gloves, socks, and scarves too. It would take up a lot of fabric. Every scrap was precious, so Nadia searched through her survival guides, finding instructions on tailoring and patternmaking. After learning the basics, she practiced with other fabrics. After a brief break, Elizabeth resumed her visits to the eighteenth floor for treatment. It was not that she had wanted to stop, but the intensity of the standoff had affected everyone. Some of the injured had died from infections. No one openly challenged the eighteenth floor, but many still harbored resentment, thinking it was their fault. Everyone thought that if the residents of the eighteenth floor had shared their food, the tragedy would not have happened.Elizabeth earnestly spoke up, saying, "Nadia, these times have turned people cold. You must stay cautious in the days ahead."