The Palace at 4 a.m.

a mismatched group of survivors find themselves holed up in a blizzard bound palace, food runs low and wolves howl down the wind...
This story came from a germ that turned into a virus that had to be written out of my system, so like most stories really.
After seeing Alberto Giacometti's sculpture: "The Palace at 4 a.m." from 1932 (MoMA) I became enchanted by the idea of wondering alone around a palace at 4 a.m. while show fell on the silent fountains outside.