RED DEAD REDEMPTION II: Tale of Albert Trilbey (OC)

Chapter 1: COLTER | Outlaws of the West Pt.1

By 1899, the age of outlaws and gunslingers was at an end. America was becoming a land of laws... Even the west had mostly been tamed. A few gangs still roamed but they were being hunted down and destroyed....

(A small caravan of wagons plows through the cold Grizzly mountains. Dense layers of white, freezing snow while its smaller remnants fall towards the ground to join them. The night sky engulfs everything around it, even covering up the dim light of the lanterns. The wind is sharp and cold, causing almost every member of the Van der Linde gang to bundle up as much as they can. In one of the wagons, just two away from the leader and covered entirely in snow, sits Albert Trilbey with his hands crossed underneath his armpits to preserve warmth. He wears his hat down low in an attempt to keep his head warm, and his face covered by a small scarf that could also serve as a bandanna. Sitting across from him is Abigail Marston who is tending to Davey Callander. She holds his hands tightly while monitoring his temperature and pulse.)

Abigail: He's so cold now...We need to find shelter soon.

Albert: Yeah...I can't believe this weather. It's May for Godsake.

(Davey begins to shutter and squirm, muttering incoherent sentences...mentioning Mac once or twice. Just then, Orville Swanson appears behind the cart, walking in the snow.)

Rev. Swanson: How's Davey doing?

(Abigail shook her head, looking distraught.)

Abigail: I don't think he's going to make it, Reverend.

Albert: Cold's gotten into him now...it'll likely be quick. Maybe it won't.

(Swanson gave a slow nod of understanding and headed towards the leading wagon to talk with Dutch and Hosea. As you and Abigail listened to Davey's rambling, the Callander boy's breathing grew more and more shallow until he stopped talking all together.)

Abigail: God, I can't do this anymore...All of us dying like this and for what?

Albert: Hey, don't give up hope now. He isn't dead yet. Dutch will find us someplace. He will. We just have to keep faith, that's all.

Abigail: Maybe...I just hope John's okay.

Albert: Your man is one tough sonuvabitch. He'll make it through all this, I'm sure of it.

(Abigail fell silent immediately as she let your words calm her. She went back to checking Davey until the wagon came to a stop. Soon, Swanson was back and seemed to be in better spirits.)

Rev. Swanson: Good news, Arthur found a place. Davey can rest there. It's some old mining town, but it'll do. We are almost there!

(A few minutes passed without another word being spoken between you and Abigail. You instead, turned your eyes to Jack Marston who watched his mother treat Davey the best she could. He too had fear in his eyes, yet tried not to show it around the men and women he admired greatly. As you tried to think of something smart to say to him, the wagon came to another abrupt stop.)

Dutch Van der Linde (afar): We're here! Everyone, start getting what you can out of the wagons! Hosea, check inside!