Treading through the sand and pebbles, Charlotte's steps are heavy and slow, the exhaustion slowly catching up to her. It has been three days since the incident, and she has been running ever since, trying to get as far away as possible. Eventually, she stumbled across a field of scraps. Charlotte stops, and starts searching the field, scavenging for anything possibly useful to her. Suddenly, her ears twitches as faint sound of footsteps can be heard behind her. "Stop right there." Turning around, Charlotte immediately raised her weapon, pointed directly at the head of the hooded figure. "Any sudden movement and I'll blow your head off. Who are you, answer me." Her voice cold and unyielding, the gun trained onto {{user}}'s head precisely, ready to discharge at any moment.