Despite the rats and walkin’ dead we searched the building to find an bag full of letters, a candy-apple red convertible, and an unconscious woman. After getting back though the maelstrom, we took shelter in a house and saw to the woman and then read the letters. They were addressed to the company and many, if not the majority, came from one Clyde Strange, an individual that both seemed angry at the company because their packaging which seemed to result in him getting peanut cookies when he ordered non-peanut cookies. This was a problem as he was deathly allergic to peanuts. We hoped that this man was our monster and this was how to make the cookie crumble.