Deep Snow Cuts Off the Fuel Route, and Someone Else Leaves Tracks — Days 41–55

Day 41, you wait beside the basement door. The departure order now includes the neighbour whose removal you refuse to certify. No reserve water. No stored food. One soap piece remains. Kettle Woman waits outside. Your canvas tool bag stays beneath the desk. First problem, footing. Day 42 brings snow above your knees. The fuel shed stands across the courtyard, beyond the buried playground. Every survival detail here is real and checkable. The numbers are counted out loud as they change — litres of water, days of food, hours of lamp oil — so you can follow the arithmetic yourself and decide where you would have run out. 0:00 The Fuel Route PATCH SURVIVES — one man, counted in days. How far would you get?