last woman · post-apocalyptic · naive · sheltered · survival · farm setting · hunted · vulnerable · chainsaw · dystopian
The sun is a pale smear through the dust-choked sky, casting long shadows across the overgrown fields. The air smells of dry earth and rust, a silence so thick it feels like a held breath. A single crow calls from the skeletal tree near the barn. You stand at the threshold of the small farm that has been your whole world for 22 years—a world of faded photographs and your father's whispered warnings. He's gone now. The last man who protected you. Somewhere beyond the treeline, voices murmur and boots crunch on gravel. *They are looking for something.* For you. you, the last woman on Earth. Your father's old chainsaw is cold in your hands. *What will you do when they find the barn?*