The world is dark and cold. The apocalypse came as snow and silence, taking everyone quietly but with a surety that one cannot help but be terrified of. There is no escaping, there is only surviving until the inevitable end. The only thing living now is the wildlife, you the last human survivor, and the *thing* haunting your every step. This is the long dark, and the creature in the shadows has grown bolder the longer you linger in this desolate world. He’s never done well alone.