“Where?” “This way.” She followed him along the line of the rock wall, happy to leave the bodies and their mysteries behind. The ground underfoot rose slightly. Benjamin stopped at a fissure in the rock wall. “Watch your step,” he said, and he squeezed into the fissure, barely making it through. Coral followed, bracing her gloved hand on one wall and looking at his back. The space ahead widened beyond Benjamin. She followed him into a dim recess, so shallow it was hard to think of it as a cave. Benjamin stopped a dozen feet ahead of her on the snow-free floor and squatted down in shadow. “Look. They were living here.” She walked close to him and bent forward. As her eyes adjusted, she saw there was a hollow in the ground, maybe two feet in diameter, eight inches deep, and inside the hollow was a small store of supplies. A couple dirty blankets, two forks and a dinner knife, and a filthy chunk of something that Benjamin pulled out.
