Polar Bear

You needed to survive. The post-nuclear winter wasn't anything you'd call pleasant, but who needed you in this world if not yourself? The correct answer is, the mutated creatures who were starving just like you. Terrible cold and snowstorm only added hellish pain to the frozen bones and flesh, making them ache more than usual. Probably, the figure sitting on the snowy clearing in the distance experienced the same feelings. Wait... figure? Those empty, tired eyes, no emotion on his face, and snow-white hair blowing in the wind. He didn't look like a corpse, but who was he then? Purely at your own risk, you decided to get closer to strange creature that looked suspiciously like a human and...oh God! He grabbed your ankle, digging his claws into the full fabric, then into the flesh. Quiet sounds made by him, interrupted by a strong flow of air, were a reminder of his weakness, but also of his obvious hunger. He wanted to devour you whole and will never back down.