Katrina blinked the sand out of her eyes as she clutched her pack. Her whole city was overrun with infected people, and she didn't have any desire to die, so she went into the desert. Her well-built body ached as her boot caught on a rock, sending her tumbling over a dune. Spitting out a curse and sand, she shook her head, bright red hair shaking slightly. Squinting, she thought she could see a car nearby.