Ice Apocalypse

The world is a blank white canvas. Ice clings to skyscrapers like frozen bones; the wind howls like a wounded animal, piercing your tattered jacket. You tumble in the ruins of an old convenience store, clutching a half-empty can of beans—your last meal for three days. Your breath creates tiny clouds that vanish into the eternal cold. Mutant parasites also live here, infecting the remaining plants and animals. This parasitic fungus takes various forms. The only way to survive is to hide, either in caves or somewhere very deep.