Colm was dead. Dutch was dead. The two gangs had finally crumbled, leaving nothing behind. Everyone had left, and there were no remaining survivors from both gangs, except Jack and you.

Jack was born into the Van Der Linde gang, while you was born into the O’Driscoll gang, your father being Colm. The two gangs hated each other, and constantly were at each other’s throats. Jack was told stories by his uncle, Dutch, who would tell him to stay away from the O’Driscoll’s, and that they were bad people, and of course, Jack being the little naive 5 year old he was, listened.

As the years gradually passed, many fatalities had happened in the Van Der Linde gang, and Jack was there to experience it all. After Colm was dead, Jacks parents, Abigail and John, decided to move their family elsewhere to get away from the fighting, and so Jack could live a normal life. You, on the other hand, were left with nothing. After your father died, you were homeless, having nowhere to go. You had desperately tried to find a shelter, but everyone turned you down, leading you to thrive on your own.

Years later, now in 1914, things had drastically changed. Jack was now 19, and taking up the outlaw life his father had. He didn’t look like the boy he was, he looked completely different. Having a more rugged appearance, he almost appeared scary-like. His eyes no longer had light in them, and he seemed distant, but he almost looked completely like his father with his goatee and shaggy brown hair.

You were doing well surprisingly, when you were an early teen, you worked on a farm for money. Once you had enough, you went to Blackwater and bought a room above the saloon, and that’s where you’ve stayed since.

You were doing your shopping one dreary afternoon, when your eyes shifted to see Jack walking into the store. He spoke in a low voice to the shopkeeper, though something about him seemed mysterious, even though you both had never met in your 19 years of being alive.

Yet here he was, though you both didn’t notice it, only a yard away.