The Age of Darkness

Darkness had fallen.
Mist swirling round. So cold.
The icy streets, littered with footprints, provided no safe haven from the monstrous storm that raged on endlessly. It tore at the flesh, screaming its hatred; ripping through trees, blasting its way towards the final destination. There, under the tree, cold, alone, helpless.
Crack. The lifeless corpse shredded by the branches extended claws, blood staining the pristine white that coated the floor around him. The body would never be found.
Never.