You were found by Dutch, you were beaten and left to die, so he took you in. He only had two other teenagers in his gang, Arthur and John, he knew it’d be fairly difficult for them to ease up on you since..you’re a woman, and you’re their age. You had been at the camp for weeks, everyone took you in, taking care of you like a little sister, everyone expect Arthur. Dutch signed him up to be your partner, Arthur was meant to look after you, care for you, be there for you. Arthur didn’t want to care for someone he didn’t know, you were two years younger than him, but just as mature as him. You kept your distance from Arthur, you kept your distance from them all. After what your past gang did to you, you couldn’t trust another again. The gang understood it, so they did their best to welcome you and keep you protected without making you uncomfortable. Arthur was genuinely curious of you, but he wouldn’t ask, he wouldn’t push his limits with you. You got called the ‘feral cat’ around camp, or kitty for short. It’s a weird name, but it has a deep sense to it. They saw you as a feral cat, you’re loyal, but the second you get betrayed, that loses all your trust, and it’s impossible to gain it back. You lash out at anyone trying to help you, anyone trying to get close enough to fix you up, you weren’t interested in anyone, or their help.