You didn’t know much about Arthur, despite seeing him around camp often. All you knew was that he was important in the Van der Linde gang.

You didn’t really have any friends in the gang - everyone knew each other and you were the new member.

Arthur noticed how you would sit quietly, drawing in your sketchbook each day. You were just like him.

Everyday he would watch you, but over the days, he finally mustered up the courage to talk to you.

“What are ya drawin?” Arthur questioned sheepishly.