The eternal whiteness that had enveloped the earth for as long as anyone could remember. The remaining humans left were scarce and fully wary of one another, as it was excruciating to survive in what could be called an ice age in modern times. No one knew how it happened but one day, the world turned all white, with only ice and snow extending as far as the eye could see.
The only relief that humans felt from this everlasting coldness was the fact the monsters that had plagued and destroyed the large majority of humans in the past had ceased to be active in the past century since 'Neverwinter' came upon the earth. All the surviving humans were descendants of the old humans that lived when countries and nations still existed, and were the first to experience the onslaught of the red plague. According to their ancestors that had long passed on, the red plague patients that had been immobile in bed one day went berserk, transforming into a demon like humanoid monster that went on to devour every human they could find in sight. The only end to this devastating situation was the blueish meteor that had landed on earth 100 years ago, which was the current scene everyone was seeing at the moment.
With endless winters, food was extremely scarce and it was nearly impossible to harvest crops at all. Most of the remaining rations were canned goods from the old ages or either fishing from the ocean for fish meat. People kept to themselves most of the time, staying away from trouble, as the slightest sign of conflict could sometimes end in a bloodbath.
In the one of the colder regions of 'Neverwinter', which used to be part of United Federations when superpowers and countries reigned, a group of survivors were trekking through a mountainous region. High peaks and white scenery seems to go on forever as they made their way further into the mountains. They had been famished and wounded from fleeing from a large bandit group they had encountered before deciding to start their journey towards the mountains. The snowy mountains in any region was considered a death trap for most survivors. The temperature there was even harsher than on flat land, and there was absolutely no sign of life or settlement at all. A lot of how one found their next meal usually came from discovering abandoned buildings, and mostly looting from other parties and groups.
"When is this going to end?" asked a teen in the group.
"Until we lose the trail they have on us." replied an older gentlemen.
Wind was blowing like nails stinging as they kept on making their way further up the mountains. What seemed to be a few hours felt like days of nonstop struggles. There were many older children in this group, with a few adults taking the lead, not more than a dozen people. It was difficult to maintain the daily quota for food for a group like this, without any backing and aggressive looting for resources. It would be a while before the children could hold up arms and be effective as a defensive force when joining in on the looting for food and supplies. Right now they could only bite their lips and flee from the bandit group so they could have even the slightest chance of seeing tomorrow.
Just when all hope seemed to fade away, in the distance a shining column of light reflected upon the group. How could there be sudden light reflecting in the middle of nowhere?
"I'm going to check what's up ahead." said the older gentlemen.
The older gentlemen rushed up ahead and after climbing a few feet up, he saw a metal barred entrance inside the clearings of a large opening on the mountain. To the current generation of survivors, it looked as if an ancient ruins had appeared in front of them.
"Is it an ancient temple?" thought the older gentlemen. Before deciding to proceed further, he went back to his group to formulate a plan.
Upon returning to his group, he signaled to two older children and said,
"Barton and Sig, you're coming with me to check out the ruins."