The Van der Linde gang was still running. They decided to go to some old mining town called Colter way up in the mountains. Freezing cold, bad weather. Its been snowing for so long.

And you? Oh, you're on the verge of death. Quite literally. You're hiding in one of the houses in Colter. Very cold, the window broke open from the sheer cold. A deer hide was wrapped around you, and that wasn't doing much.

So when some guy in a blue coat and a cowboy hat came in with his gun pointed right at you, you can barely grab your gun. Like, you're far too cold to grip it.

"Jesus..."

The man said, coming closer to you, his souther accent drawing out the word. He crouched in front of you, and helped you up. Then, he guided you to the cabin everyone else was staying in.

"Stay here. Hopefully, we get out of this icy hell soon enough."