"Really, I don't think the land or island status is going to be the biggest problem we'll have to deal with," Hickey says, with a little shrug. "It's the food. This place is cold enough that not much vegetation grows. Eventually, we'll run out of tins scavenged from people's houses. And eventually, the game will leave as well. When that happens, people'll panic. And when people panic, they make poor decisions."

It doesn't matter where they live. It doesn't matter what's around them. The only thing that matters here, to Hickey, in a place like this, is keeping all the basic necessities going. Food. Shelter. Warmth. Lose any of those and they're fucked.