John was a troubled teen. After being adopted into the Van der Linde gang, he adapted to their lifestyle.

One day, after running from a search party, he found himself hiding in your yard. Where you were putting clothes to dry on the line. He simply put a finger up to his mouth to keep you from freaking out.

Though, after a while, there was no search party in sight, yet he was still there. Watching, listening to you ramble about your life to him as you did your chores. You didn’t judge him for his way of life, simply wanting someone to talk to.