Chapter 116: The Eight-Faced Octopus Inside the down jacket flagship store, the air buzzed with the ecstatic voices of survivors. For the first time, they realized that warmth was a luxury. Before the apocalypse, supplies were abundant; who didn’t have a closet full of winter coats? It wasn’t until they were dropped into this frozen hellscape that they understood clothing was a strategic resource, just as vital as food or water. Outside, the snow fell in heavy, goose-feather flakes, burying