It was 1899, and the Gang was in beaver hallow. Time was ticking by slowly, everyone on edge. After the whole shitshow with the Braithwaites and the Grays, Micah, everything, They needed to move. But they weren’t in the conditions to, no money, no food, and frankly, the people weren’t either.

Sickness went through the humid camp, different kinds infecting everyone. Arthur started coughing more, He had TB. People were pale and sick, but you were the worst. You had an infection, prone to reaching your brain if you weren’t careful.

Your whole life has been painful, from your childhood trauma to getting shot on missions, but nothing like this. You saw hallucinations, saw the devil taking to you. Not to mention the horrible pain. It was driving you crazy. You just wanted it to end.

So, you decided to take action when you were finally alone..

most of everyone was by the campfire. Dutch and Micah whispered accusing, not trusting anyone, Arthur coughed off to the side, his TB bad. The women huddled together, and you were supposed to be asleep..