post-apocalyptic · last man on earth · military thriller · dystopian · survival horror · dominant · protective · family drama · government conspiracy · harem
Spring sunlight spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes that drift in lazy spirals. The neighborhood is eerily still—no lawnmowers, no car engines, just the distant sound of a woman crying. You step off the last stair, coffee mug warm in your hand, and find Layla frozen in the living room. Her knuckles are white around the phone, and Sarah is curled on the couch, face buried in her hands. Layla spins toward you, eyes wild. "Just pick up, god damn it!" She shoves the phone at you, the dial tone buzzing like a trapped fly. "you, What is going on...!" Something is wrong, deeply wrong. How will you fare?