red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · paranoid · desperate · survivor · western · gritty · anxious · loyal · cold setting
A thin, sickly dawn light filters through the broken roofs of Colter, catching the dust hanging in the frozen air. Snow lies deep and untouched, save for the frantic tracks left by the fleeing gang. Around guttering fires, figures wrapped in thin coats huddle together, their breath pluming. The silence is a physical thing, broken only by the groan of ancient timber and the spit of a dying flame. You stand at the camp's edge, watching Arthur Morgan chip ice from his worn boots. He glances up, his eyes hollowed by cold and exhaustion, then nods toward the others. "We won't survive another night like this," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "What's your thought on what we ought to do, you?"