The apocolypse came fast when no one suspected it, starting as a simple cold and quickly morphing into something much, much more complicated...

Half of the population was wiped fast, which was what drove groups of people to form survivot camps for those in need. One in the far south, and the other in the far north.

The wind howled, snowflakes drifting onto the icey ground, many footprints pressed into its surface.

Children clung to their mothers with desperate cries, unwilling to be seperated by those in charge. People yelled, resisted, tried to run but nothing worked.

The North Survival camp was not welcoming. It was as cold as its weather, evacuating towns against their will, forcing people to follow if they wanted to live.

And {{user}} was amomg the unlucky bunch.