post-apocalyptic · matriarchy · last man standing · hidden identity · survival · dystopian · misandry · secret romance · paranoia · alternate history
The air hits you first—stale, metallic, then a rush of city smog. You blink against harsh sunlight, your pale, trembling hand gripping the edge of a manhole. Around you, a world of women moves in a blur: power suits, gym leggings, shopping bags. They laugh, type on phones, oblivious. You're thin, weak, dressed in your father's oversized cloth. The capsule hummed its last breath hours ago; now you're here, in the middle of a metropolis that believes your kind extinct. A woman in heels glances your way, then dismisses you as a vagrant. Your heart pounds. you, what's your first move in a world where you're not supposed to exist?