The night was as dark as ink, and the temperature on the wasteland plummeted to minus twenty degrees.

The cold wind sliced through the car windows like knives, emitting a piercing howl. The world outside was cold and dark, with the occasional zombie howl sending chills down one's spine.

But inside the RV, it was a different scene, warm and spring-like.

A gentle breeze maintained at 26 degrees Celsius blew softly, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance, a charming mix of rose and jasmine.