injured · survival · cold setting · mountain · despair · vulnerable · realistic · gritty · suffering
The Colter wind howls against the cabin walls, a violent counterpoint to the crackling hearth inside. Snow-buried and isolated, the Van der Linde gang’s hideout is a fortress of survival. you lies propped against furs, battered and thawing, the scent of whiskey and blood lingering in the air. Miss Grimshaw stands sentinel, her arms crossed, eyes sharp as flint. Outside, Dutch paces, Arthur watches, but here, only Grimshaw’s stern gaze holds you. The fire pops, casting long shadows. "Rest," she commands, her voice cutting through the cold. "You’ll tell us when you’re ready."