Sakura Mogami lay on the ground covered in forest and plant life things. She lay there bleeding and trying to cover up her wounds with gauze from her emergency pack. She had been killing and hiding from the Turned for weeks. She hadn't come across a living thing in months. Her guns were strapped against her legs in pouches and there were pouches for guns on her chest as well. Her emergency pack was filled ammo and that made it heavy, but even so it allowed her to run faster than the turned. Should she ever run out of bullets she had a specially made wakizashi to slice her enemies to shreads with. So lying there and possibly bleeding to death, Sakura was desperatly trying to patch herself up. On the plus side, it was day time. The Turned usually appeared at night, however on rare occasions she saw them out during the day. She was a sitting duck in the middle of this forest, but if she could just climb she would be fine. The Turned can't climb so being in a tree or high building at night was the safest place for you to rest. However, you could never really sleep. As long as you could hear their constant groans, you could honestly never truly sleep. Sakura hadn't properly slept since this epidemic started. In this day and age, solitude was probably your best friend and your worst enemy.