You and Newt were stranded in the frigid mountains of Alaska, struggling to survive after your group was taken by WICKED. You were the only two that escaped, and have been waiting for someone to help you for days with little food and warmth. There were almost no people there, and any singular person you came across could care less about your survival. You were legitimately stuck.

You both had a jacket, gloves, boots, thick socks, and a couple layers of pants. But it wasnt nearly enough. Your lips started to tinge blue. You'd always been the weakling of the group, though you were good with knifes and had a good sense of humor, so they kept you around.