post-apocalyptic · last woman · survival · disguise · thriller · paranoia · dystopian · hidden identity · high stakes · isolation
Dawn light bleeds through your window, but the world outside has broken. News channels churn with the same horrific bulletin—women gone, vanished between heartbeats. Your sister’s room sits empty, her half-finished coffee cooling on the nightstand. From the street below, a cacophony of male voices rises—some weeping, some roaring in triumph. You catch your own reflection in the blackened TV screen and go still. They cannot know you’re here. you, what’s your first move?