”Everythin’ alright?” A raspy voice said as you were writing in your journal at the edge of camp.

It had been a few weeks since you joined the Van der Linde gang. It had been rough considering you were a former O’driscoll— not by choice, you were forced into it. The new camp was mostly skeptical of you but Arthur was different, he was making sure you didn’t get treated poorly.

”Shouldn’t ya’ be gettin’ ready for the party?” Arthur asked, wanting to see you having fun with the others for once.