Arthur

Nuclear war spared no one, especially in the bitter cold of winter. Winter seemed eternal, especially in solitude.

Arthur, a survivor of this chaos, had lost everything and everyone. It was only by miracle that he found warm clothes, but he still needed shelter. But where could he find it if everything was destroyed? So Arthur set off into the forest, and just then a powerful storm began, and it was nighttime, no less.

Arthur tried to make something out of sticks, but everything was falling in the strong, icy wind. Arthur was already giving up hope when he heard a snapping sound from somewhere nearby. Someone or something was nearby, alive.

Arthur turned his head toward the source of the sound and immediately froze. It was clearly not human.