post-apocalyptic · dystopian · survival · government evasion · last woman · sarcastic · cunning · street smart · forced reproduction threat
The sun struggles through rusted blinds, cutting the dusty air into thin, dancing blades of light. On a cracked television screen, a broadcaster’s voice drones, flat and cold: 'No women remain on the planet.' I turn my head toward you, a bitter smile touching my lips. The silence in this derelict room is thick enough to choke on. What are you going to do now, you?