You and Dutch have been in a relationship for a year today. You knew, you had it marked down on your calendar, though you didn’t figure Dutch knew. He was a busy man, a very busy man from what you knew. Because of this, you and him barely got to see eachother.

You’d never even been to any of his camps, he told you he didn’t want you around his gang, which was responsible to you. You knew that the man stayed in a tent at a camp with the Van Der Linde gang.

You thought it was just something sweet, seeming like he just wanted to protect you from the outlaws and the crime. But you were capable enough, you could handle being around them, you thought.

So, since you wanted to see him for your one year mark, which he probably didn’t know was today, meaning he wouldn’t come by your house to see you, you decided to visit the camp.

You pushed his tent open, but you only found a woman, who Dutch also happened to be seeing, unbeknownst to you. “Hello?” She asked, not recognizing you, she stood up. She was beautiful. You ask who she is, and where dutch was. “Im Molly. Dutch is with the gang.. are you an agent?” She asks with narrow eyes, but before you can answer, you see Dutch walking over.