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''Some time ago, I wrote a pasta, entitled Bloody Snow and this is sort of a prequel to that. Well, I wouldn't really call it a prequel, it just happened before that. This isn't really complete but this is what I have so far.''

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18th May. That was an important date for the world, the day that nature defied all we knew about its four seasons.

The days leading up to the summer vacation were warm, but on this day, it started snowing. This baffled even the most trained climatologists. A lot of research was conducted, but in the end, it was written down as a freak snowstorm.

It started in Japan, The Land of The Rising Sun, and made its way to America.

I was both curious about the event and relieved that there was going to be a release from the heat of summer.

I did what most teenagers would do, have snowball fights with my friends. At least I think that’s what other teenagers would do, since we’re all a bit immature.

The snow had melted overnight, but a blizzard attacked just two days later. This was not normal. Once again, climatologists and scientists didn’t know what to make of it.

The next day, the blizzard had stopped, but the temperature continued to steadily decline. At the time of the blizzard, it had already dropped to 10 degrees Celsius or 50 degrees Farenheit. However, it didn’t stop there. In a few hours, it was 9 degrees Celsius.

Then 8 degrees.

7.

6.

It decreased to the point where breath was visible. 2 degrees, I think, was it.

For a few days, it was fun. A lot of snowball fights, sledding, and school had closed because the entire campus was covered in crisp, white snow. The entire entrance was blocked.

A news broadcast showed a clip from Italy, I think. Maybe it was Spain. I don’t care. People were running all around. Or rather, attempting to. They couldn’t run very fast in the ankle-deep snow. Something large moved in the distance. The camera quality was bad so I couldn’t tell what it was.

A half of a person vanished inside the thing as crimson became visible. It was some kind of animal. The camera started moving away from that animal, while the person who held the camera said something, although it wasn’t legible over cacophony of screams. The clip ended there.

I was frightened. Couldn’t believe what I saw. Was this an elaborate hoax? I hoped so. It wasn’t plausible that these ‘beasts’ would appear out of nowhere and start chomping on people. This assumption somewhat calmed my nerves.

The weather kept getting worse and worse, going outside was tough and the cold was near unbearable.

<p class="MsoNormal">Reports of the ‘beasts’ from all over the world flooded the news channels. Fear once again filled my thoughts and I endured many sleepless nights thinking about those dreaded monsters.

<p class="MsoNormal">Only a few channels that weren’t news channels remained, broadcasting old reruns. One by one, they shut down too.

<p class="MsoNormal">In the end, one news channel remained, the last news report was the temperature, -10 degrees, by this time we were wearing all the layers that could fit.

<p class="MsoNormal">We all knew what this was, it was the apocalypse.

<p class="MsoNormal">Suddenly, fearing for their lives, people around us started praying devoutly to their respective gods. My family members were atheists and I was raised without religion, so we dismissed it as the petty superstitions of fearful people.

<p class="MsoNormal">While others prayed, my family bought a month’s worth of food and necessary clothes to survive this ‘ice age.’

<p class="MsoNormal">Then came the beasts. I had spent long hours thinking about them and whether they would get to America. My questions were answered with a phone call.

<p class="MsoNormal">I was watching the news (it had not shut down yet), just the same old weather reports and ‘beast’ attacks. It was boring and I was thinking of any movies I had that I felt like watching.

<p class="MsoNormal">My cell phone started ringing and vibrating on the table beside me. I picked it up and checked who it was. It was Zach, my best friend. I received the call.

<p class="MsoNormal">“‘Sup, man?” I casually asked him. I was met with heavy breathing on the other end and then Zach started talking.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Dude…>panting< C-can I come to yo-your house, please? >cough< >panting<” He stuttered, probably because of the cold, who could blame him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Umm, sure, of course you can come to my house,” I replied, considerably bemused by his panting and odd questions, but I didn’t have time to think as he quickly replied:

<p class="MsoNormal">“G-g-good. I-I’m right outside; open-nn the door.” What? He was outside?

<p class="MsoNormal">Sure enough, when I opened the door he was standing right there, shivering in the cold frost. But there was blood on his woolen sweater.

<p class="MsoNormal">A lot of blood. It was splattered on his sweater, and some was on his gloves. As soon as I opened the door, he made his way in.

<p class="MsoNormal">I was afraid. Why was he covered in blood? What had he done? <ac_metadata title="White World (prequel to previous pasta; work in progress)"> </ac_metadata>