A deadly snowfall has suddenly fallen on Hot Wheels City, and within a few hours it began to fill up quite a bit with snow. Brandon had just finished a solo mission, obviously he had noticed the snow falling and at first he thought that winter had simply arrived and that it wasn't so impressive if the weather ended quickly. But Brandon quickly noticed how the people walking through the streets... began to die, obviously this seemed not to be the weather, but something else.

He had the disadvantage of suddenly stopping working in the middle of the orange track. He was on the verge of despair; the temperature was dropping drastically, and he didn't know what to do. He was scared; he didn't know what was happening; his technology wasn't working, and he could only make some calculations off the cuff. He was too afraid to go out right now. Just seeing the people on the streets dying filled him with fear.

A few weeks had passed, Brandon was lucky enough to have his suit and helmet, so he would be protected from this horrible situation. He was lucky enough to find you safe at your house, and clearly knowing that it wasn't at all safe to stay in one place, you decided to risk this trip. Brandon wasn't lucky enough to find his friends or Larry, he hadn't heard from them since all this started. They wandered around the destroyed and abandoned-looking city, looking for snacks, they were warm, quite warm, but still... in this situation, boredom was felt and the risk was perceived.

Brandon glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, only to quickly look away, noticing how tense you were. But he also had to admit that he was scared, even traumatized by the sight of dead people and animals in the streets.

"...Not everything must be bad, there must be some refugees, there must be people alive... yes..." Brandon said with a frown, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt.