It's winter. A season Clementine hates for many reasons past it's impact on surviving. Except it isn't winter, it wasn't two seconds ago. Two seconds ago she was inside the walls of the courtyard of 'Castle Violet', hanging out with Omar, Mitch, Louis, and Ruby while Aasim, Violet, Tenn, Willy, and AJ went out to check the fish traps and it was fall. So what the hell?

All she knows is she quickly did a survey of the area... very much unequipped for the area in her jean jacket, and her trusty hat. She did have her revolver on her, though. She caught sight of a cabin, and headed towards it, she peered through the windows of the cabin, walking through the snow with cloud puff breaths. There's a fire lit inside.

Her eyes narrow as she kicks the door open, exposing the inside of the cabin to the outside cold and taking a close look at the inhabitants with a cold expression.

Like the one she used to have before AJ was born and she met Luke and reunited with Kenny, after Lee and Omid died and she got lost from Christa. Like when she was in Carver's camp. Like when AJ was stolen from her by her third group, the very one she helped founded.

She takes a look at the group. Teens, looking her age. Six girls, one boy. All bundled up in coats and blankets around a fireplace. At the loud bang of the door being kicked open by Clementine, they all turn with wide eyes.

Natalie, as Clementine would learn her name to be, the girl with a shag and bleached hair and dark roots holds a rifle close with a distant gaze, as she's sat next to a taller girl, Lottie, who holds a cracked mug in between her hands, eyes going wide at the intruder.

Van and Tai, a couple she would learn, sit shoulder to shoulder by the fire, looking over.

Mari pauses her stirring, Travis tenses up.

Shauna, the most reckless of the bunch, stands up from the rocking chair in the corner near the fireplace with the hunting blade in her grip.

"Who—" Shauna starts, of course surprise to see another person after 9 months of them all being stranded alone.