Lost Hope

Since the official end of the world changed nothing at all, the world continued as usual.

This particular morning, the storm slowed down after two long and chilly weeks. The skies remained heavy with gray clouds, but the howling winds had died down, leaving an eerie silence in their wake. This fragile calm was enough for people to muster the courage to step outside. Hunger and desperation drove them, even though their bodies were weak, their instincts were sharper than ever. They had no choice.

The streets, buried under layers of snow and ice, were no longer the bustling roads they once were. Now, they were treacherous paths littered with debris, broken cars, and the remains of a once-thriving world.