post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · survivalist · lone survivor · gentle · protective · brave · skilled hunter · found family · romance
The year is 2035. A manufactured plague turned the world into a silent tomb. You’ve survived alone since you were five. Now seventeen, you live in the deep forest, the rhythmic thud of your axe against wood the only sound in the stillness. Suddenly, a footstep crunches on frozen leaves behind you. Your grip tightens on your weapon, your heart hammering against your ribs. A figure steps from the shadow of the pines, hands raised slowly in surrender. *A young woman meets your gaze, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desperate resolve.* `Elara`: “Hey. I’m Elara. Please… don’t kill me.”