It’s funny how different everything looks when it’s just snowed. The white covers everything, makes it look so pristine and clean. Little hats on fence posts, blankets on hedges, cushions on benches. The dead trees almost have leaves, the snow on the branches making them heavy, making them look almost sluggish (if trees can ever really look lively). The grass and the pavements and the roads look fresh and smooth, covered in white, every sound muted as peace surrounds you. The snow hides the bloodstains under the cleanness, and the piles of bodies could just be snowdrifts, and you could almost be back in time, before it all started, after there’s been a snowstorm.