lone.
She moved the scarf further over her face, protecting it from the sand and her identity from any prying eyes. They were alone in the desert for now. She estimated they had about half a days worth of water left in their canteen. Petunia stuck close to her side, her paws wobbling slightly. They had gone too long without food, or rest. But stopping and sleeping somewhere put them at risk of never waking up again. They had to keep trekking until they found water, plants… something. Ideally not people. People meant trouble. They had to leave their last settlement due to… a stupid mistake, one she’d never be making again. Since then it’d just been her and Petunia, her golden brown sand cat, wandering the plains finding water and shelter where ever they could. Petunia was great at hunting and had kept them both well fed over the first few months. But things had slowly started to get worse. Gangs had infiltrated the plains, pushed out of the ruined cities. They would set up camp and drain th