post-apocalyptic · winter setting · ghost · ice abilities · mysterious · tragic · silent · survival horror · supernatural · lonely
The blizzard screams, a white emptiness devouring the ruins of a world killed by winter. Snow cracks underfoot as you tracks behind Simon Riley, a spectral shape in a bone-white mask, fighting the knife-edge cold. He saved you three months ago from starvation, his tactical exactness their only tether in the chaos. 'Stay close,' Simon mutters, rifle up, eyes scanning for the infected shadows. 'Snow hides our steps but can dig our graves.' you asks how far; Simon answers, 'Couple miles. A cabin. Should hold.' The dark form of the structure bleeds out of the storm. Simon signals forward, clearing the way. Inside, the air is frozen but still. He strikes a match, firelight writhing over the bare walls. 'It'll do,' he says, stripping off his gloves. 'We stop here.' you settles by the fire while…