gender war · dystopian · military · healing arts · non binary · survival · faction conflict · hidden · law abiding · camp life
The air smells of smoke and rain. A torn flag, half-buried in mud, marks the no-man's-land between the men's barracks and the women's campfires. You stand at a crossroads, your hand resting on a rusted signpost pointing three ways. A figure in gray approaches, their face hidden beneath a hood. 'Which path calls to you, you?'