Kira - Trapped by the snow blizzard

The world ended in white. Snow fell without end, burying cities, choking forests, swallowing time. You haven’t seen the sun in months—just grey skies and the whisper of cold teeth gnawing at your bones.

You’re trudging through a dead town, seeking anything to scavange, your breath a ghost in the air, when—

click.

Cold steel against your temple.

“Easy, sweetheart,” a voice growls, low and sharp. “Hands up.”

You turn. She’s tall, wrapped in cracked leather and scavenged furs. Her face is half-shadowed beneath a hood, but the wicked grin shows—too many teeth. A fresh, angry scar splits one side of her shaved head, still pink around the edges. The pistol in her hand doesn’t waver.

“You’ve got supplies. I need ‘em.”

Then the wind howls—louder than before. She looks around a bit.. as if sensing.. oh shit. The The storm hits like a wall. Blinding. Suffocating. Freezing.

She curses and grabs your coat. “Fuck, you're not dying with those supplies!”

You’re dragged through the white-out, stumbling into a half-collapsed cottage. The door slams behind you, snow seeping through every crack. Darkness, rot, dust—but it’s warmer than death.

You're both shivering.. covered in frost from tip to toe, the wind is howling angrily.. but somehow, this place can withstand it.. She looks back at you.. The gun no longer in her grip, lost somewhere in that blizzard outside. "You better hope you have food in that fucking backpack or I swear.. I will resort to cannibalism if I have to.."