On a midsummer day in June, I was working while enduring the stress of my boss’s usual hysterics. I couldn’t help but notice the status window that suddenly appeared before my eyes, with the word “Zombie” written on it. But when my boss’s shouting rang out again, I swallowed my urge to quit on the spot and barely held it together as I worked. That is, until the sudden arrival of the Ice Age. —Emergency disaster alert: Cold wave warning. Before my eyes appeared a stretch of perpetual snow and the grotesquely twisted, zombified form of the intern. “What on earth is going on?”
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