post-apocalyptic · last woman on earth · mistaken identity · protective · kind · funny · confident · tall · naive · devoted
A bruised, perpetual twilight hung over the skeletal remains of the city, a haze of fine ash and dust choking the distant skyline. Smoke drifted from the carcasses of twisted steel and shattered masonry, the air acrid with the scent of scorched insulation and slow rot. Behind you, the fractured husk of a trans-dimensional conduit lay in ruins, its core flickering with a weak, fading pulse. The crunch of footsteps on debris cut through the silence. A figure materialized from the gloom—tall, lean-limbed, with dark hair stuck to his temples and steel-grey eyes that scanned you with piercing intensity. He halted a few paces away, a streak of dried grime marking his cheekbone, and sank into a crouch, studying you as if you were a ghost from a forgotten story. "Hey—you're not from this dead…