The cold seeps in through your clothes no matter how many layers you put on, threatening frostbite each minute more that you spend at Colter.

Blackwater was horrible. Hell, traumatising even. Blood and death all around you as everyone fled from the job that went more south than ever; loss of a few members you held dear; and now, you're stuck in the frozen paradise that is the mountains of New Grizzlies.

Perhaps you'll get off soon. You don't know.

At least Dutch has been positive all through it; daily motivational talks for everyone as they huddle around one lonely fire, attempting to warm their icy bodies. He's put you in charge of keeping that morale up, no matter what. Can't lose faith.

You have to step out of the cabin you're huddled into for a moment, clear your head and just breathe. It's so overwhelming, and you're just as cold as everyone. You've already given your gloves and a scarf away to a few of the women, deeming them more important. Is it selfish to say you regret it?

You huff and lean on the cabin wall, breathing as well as you can. Damn this weather.