Somewhere in a valley between several frigid and snowy mountains. The wind and snow was whipping violently enough to make whistling noises.
A larger than usual light-blue snowkat, modified like an RV with a smaller camper attached, was treading slowly atop the snow and ice. Visibility was zilch, but somehow still avoided many obstacles in it's path.
Amidst the crunching noises of snow and ice, you could faintly hear a radio playing music from inside the vehicle.
"Bzzzzt... ountry roads...bzzzt... ake me hom...."
*BANG*
A heavily calloused hand smacked the radio as it abruptly stopped playing,"Stupid piece of shit radio! I wanted to hear the finale!"
The man, Sled, was grumbling looked to be in his late 20's, black hair, brown eyes, and a scarred angular face. He wore a long sleeve shirt, sweat pants, and boots with fur embedded in them. Everything about this man spoke of hard-ship and experience.
"It's going to be night soon, the storm will only get worse. I need to find a place to set up camp and eat."
Sled reaches into the glove box, pulling out a map,looking at his current location,"There should be a clearing about 30 minutes out. I'll settle there."
***
After reaching the clearing, Sled pulled out his binoculars and noticed vague rounded shapes ahead. His crawling vehicle came to a stop as he squinted his eyes, checking the surroundings.
He unbuckled himself, and entered his attached camper he calls "Mobile Igloo". He put his windbreaker pants ,coat, face mask, and goggles on while grabbing a backpack with an an ice ax attached on it's side and a custom harpoon gun.
As he walked out of his camper, he secured his camp and walked towards the round objects.
It wasn't until he was right on the objects that he realized it was a small encampment, but it was annihilated. Blood trails could be seen leaving from the igloos, but you could see evidence of people being dragged out of their homes.
Sled immediately readied himself for conflict, as he slowly clearing out igloos for supplies, finding nothing. As he arrived at the last igloo, it was larger than the others meaning it was the chief's home.
When he got inside, there was a lot blood and small pieces of flesh. However, that wasn't the worst part, there was a bloody symbol drawn of a bunches of crosses making the figure of a snowflake.
A chill went down his spine,"Fuck. Those crazy cannibals were here and not too long ago as well."
As he hurriedly went to vacate, he heard a thud from beneath the igloo towards the backside. He raised his harpoon towards the noise and noticed the ice was being pushed up slowly.
A thin ice chunk was pushed aside and a small figure climbed out alongside a large furry dog. The dog immediately noticed Sled and started growling.
Sled pointed his harpoon towards the dog,"Tell it to stand down, NOW or I will shoot!"
The small figure started trembling and in a small shildish voice,"Ni..Nik plea...se sit down."
'A girl?' Sled thought to himself as the girl took off her hood, revealing a slightly malnourished face covered in blood. The girl's condition was not good as she was raggedly breathing. She looked at Sled and said, " they're all dead" and passed out.
"Shit"
Sled said as he ran to and picked up the girl, ignoring the growling dog. He looked in the hidden den and noticed preserved meat and other supplies for survival.
He looked at the dog, putting the girl on it's back, and grabbed the supplies, "We need to leave before the crazies come back." Heading back to his mobile igloo.
Thus, Sled's lonely travels, got more noisy.