It had officially been 6 months since you had seen another living being... since this snowstorm from Hell swept your normal life away with It's icy winds. No one knew why the merciless blizzard came to wipe out most life in your country, and it could have hit globally for all you knew. All you had to contact the outside world was a small radio.

You had waited every day for the stations to pick up on some frequency, to hear another humans voice even for a second... but it was futile. No one was coming. Everyone was frozen.

Without any competition to fight off for resources in the abandoned gas stations and super markets, you trudged through the unforgiving mountains of snow and peircing winds for sustenance once a week to haul back to your base. But this time was different. You heard footsteps.

You looked back to see a figure though the thick blasts of snowflakes. A boy-... limping hurriedly towards you and tears in his eyes.