It was sometime over a year now that Charlie had found himself with the group. By sheer luck he found Marcus and was offered a group of people he could call his friends. There was not any place they could call home, but together as a whole it felt doable. He woke up each day with a smile and an attitude to fit, thinking that life could have been worse if he was dead and gone with his family. A yawn escaped his lips as he noticed a group forming around the trailer of Anastasia. The woken survivors were Lara and her dog Lazlo, Nick, and Johnny. Taking note he peered off into the distance, for a few minutes, staring off into the space, expecting to see or hear any sign for the arrival of Marcus.

[color=696969][I]"He should be back any second now,"[/I][/color] his mind whispered. [color=696969][I]"Any second..."[/I][/color] 

Charlie was always worried about the others, there wasn't a second his mind was on anything else other than the group. The safety of the group meant everything to him. He had lost too many people already and he was not going to lose anymore people in the group that had found him. The panic, worry, and concern was not just for him though, it wasn't that he didn't want to lose anybody else, it was also for the better of the group as a whole. They each individually had lost people in their lives and having to lose more people around them wasn't something Charlie was wanting for anyone. They had gone through enough, so surviving and living was all he wanted to help the group with.

Making his way over he gave the group a friendly and warm good morning. [color=696969]"Hope you all slept good. Marcus should be coming back soon. Everyone should grab a snack because once he's here we'll be going over a few things."[/color]