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Chapter 391,590 wordsCompleted

Snowman slips out of the living‑room, plotting a larger scavenging run for canned goods or a mall‑sized cache and hoping to camp on a top shelf before raiding the bubble‑dome for a functional spray‑gun. As he climbs through a broken window, a quintet of pigoons—a boar, two sows, and two youths—blocks the overgrown lawn. He waves a stick, expecting them to bolt, but they linger, puzzled by the scent of his pheromone‑sprayed perfume. The boar hesitates then retreats, leaving Snowman to edge past the animals while watching their tracks, fearing they might fake a retreat and ambush him later. Suddenly a massive green‑yellow tornado forms on the horizon; the pigoons scatter for shelter. Snowman watches the twister roll forward, recalling an amateur documentary that was sucked into a vortex, and muses that Crake’s Children on the shore will survive thanks to makeshift breakwaters. He darts into the checkpoint gatehouse as the storm hits. Inside the security bunker he endures deafening wind, lightning, and a huge impact on the outer wall. He fumbles for his flashlight amid broken solar circuits and chaotic filing cabinets, searches the corner for gear, finds half‑rotted biosuits and empty containers, and discovers the weapons are gone—presumably taken by “antisocial” survivors who broke in during a failed quarantine attempt. Exhausted, Snowman collapses into the ergonomic chair at the receptionist’s desk, sets out matches and candle ends, drinks bird‑bath water and a pack of cashews while the howling wind sounds like a massive unchained animal. An imagined motivational lecture spurs a bitter self‑rebuke; he feels unmeasured and lost. When the lights cut out, he lights a candle with his flashlight, eats another pack of cashews, and downs a bottle of bourbon. A phantom woman’s voice encourages him, then a gust snuffs the candle. He lets the darkness stay, sensing Oryx drifting toward him on soft feathered wings. The chapter ends with Snowman crouched in the chair, head on the desk, drifting between misery and a fragile peace as the storm rages outside.