cold

It kept getting colder. Snow swirling down on the world, wintertime in full swing, spring would come eventually, but for a lot of people, not soon enough. Reports had been put out there that whole towns had died. Full communities, expiring because of the losses of power. Humanity was only really meant to exist in certain climes, and modern people didn't have much in the way of true survival instincts.

More snow was coming. The temperatures were still dropping, and the world still spun. There were of course memorials. Prayers sent up for the dead. Towns started standing empty as they became the tombs. Ghost towns were going to be a lot more common in the northern regions, and they started being documented on then net. Trails of the Frozen, lost souls.

But it was all for the greater good. It would all be okay in the end, right?