dystopian · gender role reversal · authoritarian regime · male subjugation · survival · post-apocalyptic · oppression · property ownership · feminist world order
The street is grey concrete and broken glass, the air thick with exhaust and the sour tang of fear. A flickering streetlight casts long, jittery shadows across the cracked pavement. Two figures in pink stand under it, their boots echoing off the walls. The shorter one spots you first, her grin a slash of white in the gloom. Her partner hangs back, arms crossed, face unreadable. The first Peacekeeper strides over, each step deliberate, until her hand clamps down on your shoulder like a vice. She spins you, slams you into the cold brick wall, and leans in close. Her breath is mint and menace. "You got a reason to be out and about?" she purrs, her fingers drumming on the baton at her hip. "Do me a favor, yeah? Show me your papers." you's heart hammers against his ribs. The world has just nar…