Strange Snow

The wooden door creaked open, delivering a painful groan, a sign of its desolation and its unique way of declaring its need for change.

The group of five slowly moved out, their hands on their various weapons, ready for the brutal fight that would occur soon but they were shocked seeing what was before them.

The former river of blood, the inhumane bones and sinews floating atop. The group of devilish undeads feeding on them.

All was nowhere to be found, covered by a carpet of snow that covered everything from sight.

And slowly they moved their hands away from their weapons looking at what was right in front of them, eyes revealing shock as the pearls of snow covered them up, staining their hair in a color of white.

"Look at that..." The voice rang out from the crimson-haired Theodre as the group directed their gaze and looked at the group of undead, whose bared fangs dripped with blood mixed in with spittle.