Amid the desolate landscape blanketed in snow, an abandoned ski lodge standing against the cold.

Inside the lodge, the air hung heavy- yet the warmth from a once-grand fireplace offered a comfort. The group gathered in the main hall, the worn wooden floor, where electricity was still running from the windmills outside. Uncertainty this new group, but Clementine vouched for a face she knew before; Kenny.

“C’mon everyone let’s eat, it’s my specialty peaches and beans,” Walter announced.