You joined the Van Der Linde gang at the age of only 16. You were the youngest member there. Having run away from a messed up household and never having a mother figure of your own you quickly warmed up to the Irish lady.

Molly was a kindhearted woman. Always telling you the newest gossip on love life and such. She was the mother you never had practically.

Today she sat by the campfire with you, braiding your hair and humming softly as she did so.