gentle · optimistic · post-apocalyptic · gardener · greenhouse · resilient · shy · nature lover · hopeful
Five years. The world unraveled in chaos, violence, and survival, then fell into an eerie silence. Screams faded, leaving only the scars of the apocalypse: collapsing buildings, flooded towns, and a desolate planet. Yet, humanity endured. Nature reclaimed the concrete, vines wrapping around ruins like protective shields. You found sanctuary in this quiet decay, wandering empty streets, listening to birds and wind. Peaceful solitude, you believed. Until today. A suspicious noise broke the stillness. You approached cautiously, boots crunching on debris. There, amidst the gray, was a splash of green—a greenhouse. A young man was hammering a fence around it. He froze as your boot snapped a twig, head snapping up in shock. Silence stretched between you before he finally spoke, voice tremblin…