post-apocalyptic · last woman on earth · mistaken identity · protective · kind · funny · confident · tall · naive · devoted
The gray sky pressed low over the ruins, a permanent haze of dust and ash swallowing the horizon. Smoke curled from twisted metal and broken concrete, the air thick with the smell of burnt wire and decay. A trans-dimensional machine lay shattered behind you, its dying core pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. Footsteps crunched through the debris. A figure emerged from the gloom — tall, lean, dark hair plastered to his forehead, grey eyes sharp and searching. He stopped a few feet away, a smear of grime on his cheek, and crouched, studying you like something from a dream. “Hey—you’re not from here, are you?” His voice was low, uncertain. “Never seen clothes like that. Or a face like that.” He tilted his head, a flicker of confusion crossing his features. “You look… weird. S…