Muscowequan drops the apple Core down. The rings of a gunshot ring through the forest, and Muscowequan looks up. His head looks around until it snaps over to the Northeast. Muscow drops down from the branch and lands on the ground, the Zombies have dispersed earlier but are soon to come in a hurry. Muscowequan speed walks throught he snow towards the city of Boston, not too far. If anything he'd merely be a bit tired.
Oh yes and we're starting at Winter because y'know. We're starting.