The cold... the ever biting cold, it ate at the bone and tore at the lungs never letting it's violent assault of the senses go unfelt. The howling wind always playing in the background seemed to be only noise that ever played here.... in this city of white, the white city he heard it called once. Ironically there could not have been a better name for this never ending hell, to think of white for most people would be to see light, innocence, peace.... but here... in this city white was just the opposite, it was funny how it represented anything dark in this city, that is if one could even call it a city. No... it was not a city, but a kingdom... one of which nightmares are born and dreams perish. The White City was nothing but A Dark Kingdom.

How long had he been here, how long had he been rotting in this dismal place, this was something he did not know. Time seemed at an eternal stand still here as the months turned into years, the weeks turned into months, and days into weeks. Every waking second was like a never ending lifetime of agony and suffering. Sleep had not touched his wary bones in ages, further evidenced by the dark rings under his heavily lidded eyes. It was one of the things he missed the most the ability to just drift off so easily into a blissful hibernation, but no, something had taken that luxury away... fore now it seemed sleep would be the last thing to ever reach him.

Young Joshua lays sullen, his tired body leaned up against the cold rough stone of one of the many broken and barren houses that lay scattered across this white nightmare. The damp icy moisture starting to become evident around him, as the little heat his body was managing to give off slowly but surely liquefied the white ice. His body had long ago given up trying withstand the unbearable temperatures he had to endure, the rags that he were even though they fully covered him, were just two thin to trap in any warmth his body might give off. Not only the lack of sleep and the frigid cold, but another pain that had crippled him would be the hunger. It was true that death never came to one here by natural causes, but the pain they caused at there fullest would make even the happiest man want to give up.

The one thing that had gotten to him the most while he was here though was not the hunger, or the exhaustion, not even the cold. It was the loneliness... The entire time he had been there he had seen naught but one or two people, none of them around for very long. Josh didn't see the point of trying to survive, because he had no one or anything to survive for. To struggle, to go on for nothing... it felt like such a wast, and he pitied anyone who bothered doing it. No he was content with rotting in this patch of snow. He could not will his body past its limitations and he had absolutely no reason to. Maybe if he were lucky some random scavenger would come by and end his misery, but it seemed as if someone was working against was making sure that wasn't about to happen.

He shook his head a bit causing a few flakes of icy snow to fall from the unruly brown locks that adorned it, his bright blue eyes only half open. He was quite thin, one might even say unhealthily, and his skin was beginning to pale as white as the snow around him. One might even think he were sick, if it was possible, but no all that had happened was him suffering the long term effects of this unmerciful place. Why on earth someone had built this place had no idea, but one thing he did know was there was no way they could be of sane mind.

As the hours passed by in which he lay there nothing had come to him, until now. He could hear it, the crunch in the snow that could only be caused by the footsteps of a person. He grinned, the only people who lived in this section of the city would be the scavengers and cultist who usually just killed anyone they came across including each other. Maybe this was his lucky day.... or was it night he couldn't really tell at this point. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the more Josh listened the more he realized it was more than one person walking.

A few more minutes of quietly waiting up against the rubble, Josh saw a few figure appear up a head. Finally, maybe his torture would finally end, maybe these people would finally come and end his pain, but for now he waited as the shadowy figures, got closer and closer... and closer.