One Mistake, And It's Game Over.

"And you'd better get used to it," the red-haired woman said, her voice low and serious. "Out here, it's not just about surviving the monsters. It's about surviving the humans who've become worse than monsters." She crossed her arms, her piercing gaze locking onto him.

After a brief silence, she added, "Anyways, I'm Georgia."

The man beside her, expression hardened as he gave a nod. "And I'm Noah , but just call me Scorpion. I prefer to be called that." His voice carried an air of authority. He glanced at Garvin and continued, "You should try to relax for now. By sunset, we'll be out of this desert."

"I wouldn't want us to get caught here. You'd do well to remember one thing, no one is above death here. Not you, not me, not anyone. You don't know if you'll be the next to go, but that doesn't mean you just sit and wait for it. Fight for your survival. So, tell me....are you any good with a gun?" He concluded.