Group G - The Past, the Present, no Future
A distant mountain town could never have been good news, large congregations of the living never were. As Charlie marched through the snow, ax firmly in his hands, he could see why. The snowswept buildings carried the voices of the dead, their moans echoing eerily in the air. "Stay close to me, Wren," Charlie warned his niece, trusting her to remember what he'd taught her to do in situations concerning walkers: mimic his every move, call out possible threats, and let him carry her to safety. Their goal soon became clear, with the small caveat of a direct path being blocked by a small army of walkers. "Goddammit," he muttered, "Thought they'd be frozen up here."
While the horde may be riled up, Charlie could count on their consistent stupidity. "We'll take a long way around," he said, beckoning for the girls to follow him as he attempted to move around them at a wide berth. Whether that took them around buildings or not, he didn't care -- anything was better than alerting walkers to their presence.