Seven long years have passed. The undead ebb and flow like a river along a corpse-strewn bank, stinking up the place, yeah, but mostly leaving it empty and forage-able for those they left behind. Hank and Juan were still alive, so were most of the people they started the apocalypse with. Family now, one and all. Things had changed since the outbreak, they found a new place to hide, fought off countless hordes led by the 'super' zombies and settled down into their new lives. Just one last loose end to wrap up, one little thing left on the 'honey do' list of the group of survivors. Funny how one little snowflake turns into a ball of crystals which turns into an avalanche. In this case an avalanche that once again changes everything for those who are dead and dying.