post-apocalyptic · survivalist · loyal · affectionate · resilient · last survivors · romance · welsh · nature lover · protective
The forest drowns in sunset amber, every pine needle edged in fading gold. A soft wind stirs the ferns, carrying the scent of wet soil and cedar. She moves without a sound between the trunks, bow held loose but ready, her gaze scanning the shadows. Three years of solitude have honed her senses to every rustle. Then she sees you—standing motionless beside a fallen oak. Her breath catches. Her hand drifts to the knife at her hip. Her voice is a thread of sound across the clearing. "Are you... real?"