The sound of a branch snapping behind Charlie woke her up. She jumped up looking around the forest for any signal of life. She didn't hear anything but she had a bad feeling.

She felt like someone was watching her. She grabbed her crossbow and tied her jacket around her waist. She started walking, since finding Monroe she had changed her plans. Granted she still wanted to kill him, but she had realized she wouldn't be able to do that just by sneaking up on him in the woods.

She needed to plan it out. Monroe was cunning and so she would also have to be if she wanted to kill him. She was headed back to the last town she had passed through on her way to find Monroe.

Charlie had never been the type to just stand around and think, so if she was going to come up with a plan, then she would have to be proactive, even if that involved finding that militia soldier she had slept with. Charlie was pretty sure his name started with a J but she wasn't sure exactly what it was. If he couldn't help her with her plan, than he would at least be good to help her relax and get Monroe off her mind.

Suddenly, she heard a branch crack behind her, so she whipped around crossbow aimed.

"Whoa, Charlotte, calm down" She had turned to find Monroe and his gun pointed at her, "We need to talk."

She just turned around, dropping her bow, and beginning to walk again, "So talk" She wasn't sure whether she was more pissed off that he had found her or that she wasn't able to kill him right now. She could go for it, but she had been thinking more and more about what Miles would have done in her situation. Miles would wait and make a plan.

"Charlie, whoever these people that want your mother say they are, they aren't the US government, you can be sure of that." He said still following right behind her.

"If you think, I'm taking you to my mother and..." she whipped around to face him, "and Miles, then your crazier than everyone says." Charlie yelled at him.

"Look Charlotte right now were on the same side. We want the same thing."

"No we don't. I left Miles and my mom for a reason, so why would I want to go back, and I want to see you dead and buried . So no, I don't think we do." She started to turn around again, but he caught her arm.

"If this "US government" already has bounty hunters in the plains nation, looking for us, than they are dangerous, heck who do you think dropped the bombs? And right now with the republic and the Georgia federation wiped out, they are showing up at the perfect time. People will see them as the heroes and us as the enemies." She tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip, "You, Me, Miles, your mother heck even Neville's son, we will be the targets, do you understand? If we want to stay alive we need to get to Miles and your mother and make a plan."

Charlie did agree that a plan needed to be made, but the plan was how she would kill him, not for her to get involved with these new "patriots".

"You killed half of my family, why would you want to save the other half? Or do you just pick and choose which ones you like the best?" She pulled away and started walking again.

"Charlotte…" he called, "Wait, Charlie, I'm sorry. I never me..."

She whirled around. "You never meant, what? To kill Danny, my father. You're sorry about what the other millions of innocent lives you ended?"

"Look, Charlotte, I am sorry about Danny and your father, their deaths were never my intention, but I need your help now, so that I can warn Miles and Rachel. If I go looking for them on my own, then I won't find them in time. This isn't as simple as the bounty hunters, this is a bloody world war and we are in the middle of it." He reached over grabbing her arm again, "So you're coming with me, whether you like it or not"

"The hell I am" she pushed away, struggling to get free. She caught him off guard by spitting in his face. Then swung her right elbow at him, causing him to release her arm, then she kicked him in the gut and stepped back, pulling her crossbow from where she had slung it over her shoulder and aimed it at him. He didn't have time to recover before she pulled the string back and fired. It hit him in the chest and he staggered back falling to his knees. This was it, she was going to end Monroe, right here, right now.

But something stopped her, it might have been Miles, or maybe just her conscience, but as he looked up at her, she couldn't take the shot. He didn't say a word, just stared deep into her soul. She saw in his cold blue eyes that he knew he deserved to die, that in some part he was at peace with this, but for whatever reason Charlie couldn't kill Monroe. So she lowered her weapon, turned and started running.