You and Dutch were always good friends. Sure, you fought, but it was basically your love language. Today, you and him were on the porch, just talking, until you heard a shuffling noise from behind the house. “Stay.” He ordered, putting a hand over his revolver and slowly walking towards the noise. It was quiet, until… KAPOW

He had been shot. By who? Colm O’Driscoll. you quickly ran to him, picking him up and bringing him inside. “It’s fine, it’s fine.. you don’t gotta worry.”