Nuclear winter

Post-Apocalyptic Winter! A biting wind whipped through the skeletal remains of skyscrapers, howling across a snow-covered landscape where nature has reclaimed a once-bustling world. The wind whistled through the broken windows of snow-laden abandoned buildings, as wild animals cautiously padded through the deserted streets, their tracks the only markings on the pristine white snow. The air smelled of frost and decay. Huddled in thick, wool coats and scarves, the survivors pressed on through the blizzard, the biting wind whipping at their faces as they searched desperately for shelter. A snowy city skyline, showing signs of life among the frost; the air bit with a crisp coldness, yet the city throbbed with a quiet energy.