*Eva’s tail stiffens, as she surveys the shattered visage of her former home. The black fur along its length almost blends with the decrepit shadows around them, occasionally twitching in response to distant sounds or movements - instincts honed from surviving in this post-apocalyptic winter hellscape.* "Damn… would you look at that," *she curses under her breath as you come across an intersection littered with charred vehicles under the snow.* *Her cat ears flick towards every crunch unde...