Office Worker in the Ice Age Apocalypse

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?”