Monroe's Pov:

When Conner and I got back to camp I knew it was time I talked to Charlie. I couldn't hide any longer; there were some truths that needed to be said. After doing a quick sweep I realized I couldn't find her, not making a big deal out of it I headed over to Aaron.

"Hey where's Charlie?" His blue eyes glared at me a little before nodding towards the old factory building.

"Thanks." I grumbled. Not caring about the look of surprise on his face I headed toward the old building. After searching the entire thing for almost two hours I was beyond pissed. How hard was it to find one fucking person?

Stomping out back to the camp I found our group around a fire and noticed Charlie wasn't here either, glancing at Miles he instantly stood, recognizing the under laying worry that was growing to borderline anger.

Frustrated I exclaimed, "You seen Charlie?" He shook his head and Staypuff thought it was his turn to speak.

"I told you she's in the factory."

"No she isn't. I just fucking checked that." I growled out. I met Mile's eyes again and grabbed a few of my guns from Conner before walking away. It didn't take long before Miles was beside me.

"It's possible she left." His voice was croaky still from being trapped in that basement, but his body was strong. "When she's had too much of her Mom and all the bullshit she leaves for a while to clear her head."

"She wouldn't do that right now."

"I didn't think so either, but with Charlie you never know." I stopped where I was and just looked at him. The man who has been putting me down for years, just like that twit he wants to call human.

"How can you not know? You're her family; she would do anything and everything for you." I demanded, angry at his words about her.

"You don't know her like I do Bass and besides what the hell do you know?"

I shook my head and started marching back towards the falling sun. "Looks like more than you." I whispered hoping she was alright, that were going to find her.

"You didn't answer the question."

"Because I don't want to Miles, let's just find Charlie." I stated not wanting to get into this conversation when my gut was telling me something was wrong. After about an hour we finally found her tracks heading north east, quite a ways from camp. We followed her tracks all the way to a camp where we found four dead patriots and blood everywhere. Going by the tracks, it looked as if her and one guy got into it pretty bad, perhaps she was caught by surprise from behind and then one pair of tracks led east a little bit before disappearing behind wagon tracks.

She didn't leave. Charlie was kidnapped by the fucking patriots. It didn't take me long before making my decision. Turning towards Miles I saw him come to the same conclusion as me about the tracks.

"I'm going after her."

"No, I am, she's my niece."

"They need you here to lead." I said while pointing towards the camp. Miles shook his head, his brown eyes filling with tears.

"You can lead them just as good as I can." I chuckled at him.

"Oh yes, have the terrible General Monroe lead an army and have Rachel try to kill me for conquering the world again. Nah I'm good. Besides, you were always better at it then me. And I'm a better tracker than you." I said trying to keep calm, keep my emotions at bay.

"Bass . . .look we both know you aren't going to restart the Militia. I know I've said some hurtful things, but brother if you do this . . . . please bring her back safe." He grunted out his voice full of emotion. I nodded my head, tightening my straps to my bag before opening the back of my jeans and resting my pistol there.

"I will. Tell Conner I'll be back." We separated, him heading back to the camp after talking again about who should go find her. I set my foot down and told him to head back towards the camp, promising I would send word with updates.

Looking back down into the light colored dirt I started following the tracks of the wagon. Searching the stars for hope I prayed for the first time in years, asking God to let me find her, find her alive.