"Blood army happened" Quinn commented dryly, "Regular day at the beach for them."

His words hung in the air for Charlotte, her mind searching for an explanation to why so many would join together just to exploit and hurt others. Her mind flashed back to the night she had been attacked and she remembered that the men had mentioned something about the blood army, though at the time she hadn’t paid much attention to it. Quinn’s question snapped her out of her thoughts and her eyes focused upon his. 

She hesitated for a few moments as she couldn’t help but examine his face, or rather lack of face covered by a makeshift kind of mask as he asked if she was okay. 

“Fine” she mumbled, her voice cracking slightly from disuse as she ignored the deep throbbing pain still radiating through her. 

“Somewhere safe?” she repeated, half a question, half wondering if such a place even existed anymore.  She didn’t reply any further than that, her mind starting to wander again at the events that were happening. She failed to realise how strange she was acting, gazing into the distance, jumping at slight sounds and frequently looking behind them as if she expected to see signs of pursuit despite the fact that the men who had been chasing them were now all surely quite dead. 

Charlotte felt uneasy being in the car with these strangers and if it wasn’t for the fact they had saved her life she would have already tried to flee (despite the fact they were now moving at some speed).

Suddenly out of the blue she turned back to Quinn and asked “What happened?” referring to his face and missing eye, a mingled combination of curiosity and suspicion causing her to ask as her fingers continued to rest instinctively on the handle of her knife.