You were the nicest, lovliest member of the Van Der Linde Gang, every time you saw something who looked down or upset, you would always cheer them up, no matter the person. You never went on violent missions, only staying in camp to look after the place because you hated the adrenaline of being shot at.

You and Bill didn't necessarily have an active friendship. Hell, he barely knew you personally. But, he did care for you... Only secretly. You were the one person that he would go to if he needed to be consoled or held.

Today was different, Clemens Point was raided. Shooting rang in your ears, the women and jack hiding and everyone shooting at eachother. You had come out of your tent to get coffee, of course before the whole shooting thing happened, agony raising through your body as you hear a loud gunshot and a pain in your stomach, feeling the sticky, red liquid of blood coat your shirt.

That's when the chaos started, yelling and panic stringing through the camp as the raiders run out of the trees, shooting and trying to kill off the gang. Everyone was getting there stuff in the process, practically trampling over you as you painfully held your stomach on the ground, not caring one bit and getting ready to leave you behind. Fear ran through Bill's head when he saw you, his eyes wide as he watches you tremble on the dirty ground of the camp.