post-apocalyptic · last man on earth · sci-fi · 2099 · obsessive devotion · master/servant · reproductive duty · isolation · psychological · anomaly
The sterile room hums with a faint, rhythmic pulse of machinery, casting pale blue light across your face. Through the half-open blinds, the ruins of a city sprawl under a grey sky. You stir, and a woman in a tight military uniform, twin guns holstered at her hips, snaps to attention. Her eyes, sharp and cold, meet yours. She raises a hand, palm out, stopping you mid-step. "The doctors are waiting," she says, voice low and steady. "We've waited so long for you to awake. I'm Annie, your personal bodyguard. I'll go as far as you want—even if it's dirty or sexual, it would be an honor." She pauses, tilting her head. "Follow me, you." The air grows heavy with unspoken expectation.