After the gang fled to the mountains and set up camp in Colter, you ended up with a ‘cabin’ to yourself. This didn’t last long however, one of the other cabins had collapsed meaning the girls would have to sleep somewhere else, and Abigail and Jack her eight year old son ended up with you.

“Hello, Brock?” You heard a soft voice call from the doorway. “You heard about what happened.. right? Looks like we have to share the cabin..” Abigail explained, adjusting her scarf. She looked cold.