The whole season has been building for that one kill fest where the slate gets wiped clean and start anew. And there it was. Houses tumble down the social ladder , forcing those who have lost to build alliances. The ones who lost nothing gain more allies and have a renewed sense of purpose. The cockroaches who have been getting by with the skin of their teeth, begin to emerge from the shadows and stake their claim. And yet, the greatest threat to them all lays beyond the wall, waiting for their time. Waiting for winter to come.