Ice Prt. 2

For three days I helped out in the 'hospital'. Nine days since the coming of New Normal. Six of them I spent passed out. I never changed out of them clothes, there was nothing to change into. For dinner every last forty nine of the occupants of the hospital had lime dilute and some very stale sandwiches. It wasn't much, but it bet soggy chips. Astrid worked an all night shift and took half the day off. I worked when Astrid didn't. Kids came in with scrapes and bruises but they were very young so it was understandable. But then fully grown adults came in. That was rediculous.
Solo came in and out as he pleased. But he brought food and water and dilute. Breakfast and lunch, that's all we got. On a good day.
Then one day, he came in. We never got his name. Not time.
He stumbled in, and collapsed. He eventually went unconscious. Then, day by day, he was breathing, but his lips turned blue, then purple. Then his eye hair was tipped with ice. Then, his whole hair was white. Then ice grew. Around his hands, up his wrist, to his elbow, on his chest and up to his head. A thin layer of ice. Then, after the eight day, his pulse stopped.
Then four hours later, another girl stumbled in as if on Que. and lay on a mattress an had the same symptoms.
My chest hurt, and it bled terribly. I took pain killers every three hours and it helped. For a while. Not long enough. A little kid, Crow, his nickname was, banged his head in the tsunami and got amnesia. He didn't remember anything. People named him Crow because of his black eyes, pale skin and sleek black hair. He looked around eight or nine, he couldn't remember. He seemed to halve no memory of anything before New Normal.
A wall of debris surrounded Manhattan, trapping us inside. People have tried pouring oil and setting fire. They even tried an abandoned digger. Nothing. It was a perfect rectangle, with warehouses and the dock next to the sea. All the boats are gone, so now one could sail around the wall and no one swam. One attempted but he got frostbite. In his head. So he died. Droned first. Then died.
Astrid walked over and tapped my back.
'Want to go for a walk?' She asked.
'Sure,' I replied.
We left the warehouse and walked over to the wall of debris, it was almost directly next to the warehouse. The cold was mental, so I zipped up my dark blue cardigan.
'The yeti,' she began, the yeti was the name they gave the man who froze from the inside out, 'he's got a pulse. In his wrist. Me and Solo. We found it. But he's not breathing. I looked it up; you shouldn't have a pulse if your dead.
It's weird.'
That was shocking. 'Maybe he-'
A chasing noise came from the opposite side of the barrier. They were digging us out.