Day 40:
As the white powder fell from the sky society began to crumble. Locals resorted to makeshift push-sticks to attempt to clear the stuff from the ground, but the more they moved the more fell. As the cars traversed the substance it turned an ominous brown. The damage to the city is irreparable. I don’t know if we’ll ever recover.
Either that or this is called “winter” and this crap will just melt.
