In the midst of the apocalypse, snow began to lay on the ground like a blanket. Zombies dropped dead from the cold and all the fire was put out.

You, however, got stuck in the storm with freezing skin and hair covered in the white snow. You walked and walked, but couldn’t find anywhere for warmth.

That was until, there was a warm hand that grabbed your arm before you collapsed.

“Get it together.”

The woman mumbled before taking you by the waist and carrying you.