It'd been an exhausting two days. Your wrists were pinned behind your back and tied to a pole with rope, and you'd barely been given anything to eat. Of course, you tried to explain to them that working with Colm had been a temporary solution to your problems, but no one in the Van Der Linde gang seemed to bat an eye in your direction.

Your shoulders shiver, your eyes forced closed as you pray for sleep to take you out of this nightmare. It didn't help that you were unable to do anything but stand straight. Suddenly, the inviting warmth of a blanket drapes across your back. ''Precious little thing..'' You recognise the outlaw as Micah, skeptically watching him as he brushes some snow off your arms. ''Don't give me that look..I'm helpin' you, ain't I?'' The blonde grins, an amused glint in his eyes.