I stared at him across the fire he was just sitting there playing with his knife, I highly doubt he had even noticed that I have been staring at him for the past five minutes. He looked distant as if he were thinking about something. His past I guess, he never really talked about it so I don't know much. All I know is the man his past turned him into. There was a crack of a branch and our heads snapped up in union. "I'll go check it out" he said getting up and slinging his shotgun over his shoulder. He starts walking toward the woods, but then he stops for a second and looks at me.

"Oh and Charlotte," he says, "Don't go anywhere I'm really not in the mood to be chasing you down tonight." I hated when he used my full name, so I just glared back at him. He smirked and walked into the woods. I stared at the fire hoping that it was just some animal and not a person. Not that if it was a person they would have a chance to hurt either me or him because he would kill anyone the moment he saw them. That's just the kind of man Monroe was, a monster. I heard footsteps behind me and figured it was him. "Well that was quick" I said without moving my eyes from the fire. Then, I felt arms coming around my neck forcing me to my feet. "What the hell was he trying to pull?" I thought.

"Where is he?" yelled a deep voice. "Oh my god it's not him where is he?" My thoughts raced. "Where's Monroe?" he yelled again, tightening him grip on my neck. I couldn't breathe

"I-I have no idea!" I managed to get out.

"What do you mean you don't know? You were with him earlier!" The man yelled into my ear.

"I'm right here ass hole." Monroe responded, stabbing the man in the arm. He released me and I fell to my knees gasping for air. I heard fighting behind me, but I didn't look back. I couldn't watch him kill another person. A gunshot rang in my ears and I heard a body being drug away. A few minutes later I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked at him. He was still holding his rifle there was a stream of blood running down his right arm, and a little from a cut on his lip, but those were the only visible injuries I could see. He could have more, but it was dark and the fire was starting to die.

"You okay?" he asked me crouching down so he was eye level. I nodded back at him, staring at the rifle and avoiding his bright blue eyes that glowed in the fire light. He noticed me staring at the gun so he threw it down. I don't know why him with a gun made me so nervous, I should be used to it by now, but for some reason I still didn't trust him, at least not fully. He hadn't attempted to kill me in my sleep yet so I guess that's saying something. I took his right arm in my hand and examined it. I lightly moved my fingers around the cut and he winced.

"You big baby." I laughed at him. He attempted to smile at me, but failed. I could tell his arm was annoying him. The cut wasn't very long, but it was deep. It needed stitches, but as far as I knew there were no doctors around.

"It's fine Charlie, don't worry about it." He said

"No it's not I need to clean it out."

"Charlie just-"

"No, I'm not just going to go to sleep and let you handle it."

"Fine." He finally agreed. There was a stream nearby and I needed some more water to clean him up. I casually got up and walked over to one of our packs and grabbed a water bottle.

"I'll be back in a few minutes" I told him.

"And where the hell do you think you're going?" He questioned me.

"To get some water to clean your cuts."

"Hell no you're not"

"And why the hell am I not?"

"Because it's dark, and it's dangerous."

"Since when do you care about me Monroe?

"If you get hurt your uncle is going to kill me."

"I'm pretty sure he is going to kill you anyway." He just stared at me, like I had just hurt him in someway. It's not my fault that he and Miles are pissed at each other again. It was quiet for a few minutes until he broke the silence.

"I'll go get that water." He walks over to me, grabs the water bottle, then heads into the woods. It's kind of weird being all alone out here at night. It was so peaceful now that I actually thought about it. I laid down on the hard ground and listened to the crickets, using my arm as a pillow. Closing my eyes I took it all in. The smell of the dying fire, the sound of the crickets. I slowly started to drift off to sleep.