It was as if Charlie had known exactly what Anastasia had been thinking about Marcus, her worry for him mirrored in his eyes and she reached over to him, passing him a small page of notes. It was a small list of things they would need in the place they wanted to stay, some suggestions and the promise of another list to come of what they're stores lacked. She couldn't do much in the way of hunting or defending, because of how bad her leg was some days, but she could organize things like it would be the end of everything if something was miscounted. She remembered running into him when she'd gotten separated from Marcus and Skye, not long after she had first left the library in Atlanta. He had saved her life on more than one occasion and she had learned to speak again from the time they had spent together in the library. He was a favourite of hers, and her confident when something was bothering her. 

She looked over at him and laughed quietly as he spoke of what he'd found in the forest. "Sounds hilarious. We'll have to look into it further." She said, letting on that she was capable of humor, though she preferred not to smile in front of the adults. They treated them like kids and wouldn't listen to them if they acted like kids, even though they're what used to be considered legally adults. She judged him in the side with her elbow as well, silently telling him to stop worrying about her so much. She was fine, if her leg was  little bit stiff. 

The young woman passed off the attention to someone else, disliking the amount of people around her that were watching or talking to her. Skye and Nick were fine, since the two of them treated her as if she was just like the rest of them, without the damaged leg. "It won't be too quiet for long Nick. They'll find us." 


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As the young woman was speaking the roll of a motorcycle engine roared, closing in on their location. The man sitting in the seat of the vehicle leaned slightly, turning the corner to the side of the road and stopped not far from the group. He stood, hooking his thumbs in his belt loops as he walked over. He didn't empty his saddle bags of what he had found yet, since it was meant to be something for Anastasia to look over and remember. Walking over the brown haired man waved to the others, catching their attention before he spoke. "Mostly clear down to Sheridan. We can head that way once we're all packed up." Since their meeting, Charlie and Marcus had acted as two sides of the same coin, working together but sometimes stepping on one anothers feet while leading the group though Marcus often did a good job of picking directions to do. 

He grinned, winking at Anastasia - whom rolled her eyes in response - and stopped not too far from the group. He wore jeans, like any other day, with grass stained knees and steel toed boots on his feet. A plain white shirt covered his torso, clean and seemingly fresh. He hadn't been able to grab something for everyone before coming back to see them all awake, but the small place was next to empty and he didn't know anyone elses sized. Besides, he was covered in blood from hacking his way inside in the first place. "The town itself has some walkers about, but nothing we can't handle."