Charlotte silently made her way down into the kitchen, as usual the young woman hardly made a sound as she moved – it wasn’t intentional, but rather a practised habit. She stood in the doorway once for a few moments watching the others before she made her way in. Last night had been one of the most sound sleeps she could remember having and she felt better than she had in a long time. This morning she had even used some of the water to properly wash and clean the accumulated grime from herself. Her face and hair for the first time since she had met any of them were no longer hidden behind layers of dirt and she looked like a different person. Indeed her hair before had looked to be a dark brown or even black, but now its true blonde colour shined through. Her flat expression however had not changed, nor had her piercing gaze or the aura of general coldness that seemed to radiate from her expressions. 

Without speaking she offered the others one of the cereal bars each that she’d been hording in her pack. She’d considered keeping them to herself, but after careful thought she’d decided it’d be better for everyone to eat something. She hadn’t decided whether her motives were selfish or if she cared about their wellbeing – it had been so long since she’d thought about anything other than her own survival. 

She listened to the other’s conversation. Gainsville, so that’s where they’d be heading. It seemed like the tension from last night had receded once more below the surface, the group’s conversation casual enough. Charlotte was glad that they weren’t still talking about splitting up, especially if Quinn was right and they’d likely run into those Blood freaks again. She glanced down to her leg, which was again freshly bandaged. It was still sore as hell but at least she could walk on it easy enough, maybe even run if she really had to. Either way she knew that she wouldn’t be the one to hold the group up, that she wouldn’t be the weakest link. As she thought she absently nibbled on the breakfast bar, savouring the flavour as she did. 

She eyed up Alyssa and wondered how she was holding up, if she still had doubts sticking around with the group. She felt like she should say something to her, maybe apologise even. After a few moments nothing appropriate came to mind and so she instead turned her attention to the others.  Celty seemed like an interesting character, she seemed equipped too. Charlotte eyed the rather intimidating sniper rifle slung over her back. Even after being here for so long it still felt odd to her that such extreme weaponry was so readily available. She absently rested her hand on her hunting knife as she glanced at the array of various firearms that the others were carrying, it suddenly dawned on her that she might need to ask one of them to teach her how to use one if she was going to survive another encounter with the Blood Army. 

As Jake and the others agreed it was time to head out she simply moved over to the door out of the house and waited for the others, her lack of objections was the only consent she gave to the plan.