It was one violent storm alright. And no, nobody was exaggerating. Mac didn’t last long in that cold, succumbing to his wounds as the gang settled in a run down mining town to await the thaw. Everyone huddled around whatever warmth they could find, Abigail clinging to her.. Fiancé? Husband? Whatever they were, John.

Karen huddled against Sean, so on and so forth. Everyone was snuggling against someone. Which led {{user}} to being sandwiched between a wall and Dutch, Who’d allowed them to lean on.