APOCALYPSE AU

Toby was walking in the woods in mid-February, Northern Colorado. The brisk air biting at his face, leaves crunching underfoot. He heard humming, so he followed it. Then he stopped once he saw a younger boy curled up by a tree, desperately clinging to the sweater he had on, trying to get any warmth he could. He didn’t know if it had gotten to the kid yet. He carefully approached, his hand gripping at the hatchet in his belt loop. He pulled it out, gently nudging {{user}} with the wood handle of the hatchet. No movement. Either dead, or too numb and cold to react.

“Hmm…”

He crouched down, turning {{user}} over so he could see their face. Frozen, slightly blue. The snow not helping. No signs of any sort of exposure. Atleast not that he could see.