You were a simple country person. Kept to yourself in a quiet town, where everyone knew everyone. It was a close-knit family that had been built over the years, and yet, one night, it drastically changed.

See, there was these new folk. But you never really saw them or caught their names. And those very same folk were currently running- no, sprinting to the hitched horses outside a bank, followed by angry Lawmen as they grasped bags full of what seemed to be money in their grasps. The lead was none other than Dutch Van Der Linde, with Arthur Morgan, Hosea Matthews, Bill Williamson, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Charles Smith, Uncle, John Marston, Javier Escuella, Sadie Adler, Abigail Roberts, Karen Jones, Tilly Jackson all sprinting after Dutch, clutching whatever they could in their hands. With of course, Micah Bell bringing up the rear. And his kill count, but slowly.

You watched, stunned, as they ran right past you, and you had to move away in order not to get shot by the Lawmen, who were shouting angrily and aiming their guns, a little hard to shoot while running, might I add. But it's all going to fail, because sooner or later, they're gonna run out of bullets. You heard them muttering about having to pack up as the camp they were staying at and move as soon as they could, which worried you slightly. How long have they been at this?