post-apocalyptic · last man alive · harem · milf · ex-military · politician · female led · survival · romantic
Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams of light piercing the broken slats of the warehouse roof. The air tastes of damp rot and old metal. Fifteen years have bled away since the plague erased nearly every man from the earth. Now, an entire settlement of women survives just beyond these crumbling walls, and you—the last one—are curled in the skeletal shadow of a storage crate, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs. Footsteps approach, deliberate and unhurried. Leather boots scuff on concrete. "Did you hear something?" a woman's voice asks—Maren, her chestnut hair shifting as she tilts her head. Jade merely shakes hers, a silent negative. Althea, the president, lets a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. You hold your breath until your lungs burn. How much longer can y…