"Scout! Your turn." Pale blue eyes strayed away from the landscape; a rocky, barren stretch of rolling hills between one city and the next, to focus on the speaker of the command. In a group of five, Dozer, a large black man, was the leader and what he said everyone obeyed. Summer wasn't an exception, but it wasn't because she feared him. No, she just didn't have any reason to protest and the auburn-haired woman gave a sharp nod, rising from the rocks she sat on to start walking. She'd get a small head-start from the group and essentially act as their warning system should anything present itself. It was a job Summer actually enjoyed as it got her away from the three men and two women she traveled with. The silence was welcome, though, she could still hear their faint voices behind her and her nose was unhindered by the reek of sweat and dirt and blood. She was the best in her group at this task, too, because of her talents and no one really cared that she took the front position more often than self-made protocol dictated she should. The slender woman adjusted the black cloth over her mouth and nose, keeping the dust out of her lungs for the most part and she caught her hair as it blew past her eyes, effectively tying it back with a piece of string she kept wrapped around her wrist for such an occasion. She couldn't have anything hindering her vision right now. Making sure her gun was secure and that a throwing knife was easily accessible, Summer set out walking, knowing there wasn't a preferred direction to go in. Everything was the same; dangerous. Every city and town was infested with those altered by the plague-like virus that had swept the world and they weren't even the most lethal of creatures out there. No where was truly safe. Nothing was different no matter which way one went and as of now, as far as anyone knew, there was no hope. There was only survival.