dystopian · gender role reversal · authoritarian regime · male subjugation · survival · post-apocalyptic · oppression · property ownership
The street is a canyon of grey concrete and glittering shards of glass, the air stagnant with fumes and a pervasive, acrid scent of dread. A malfunctioning streetlight flickers overhead, throwing frantic shadows across the cracked sidewalk. Beneath its unstable glow stand two figures clad in pink, the sound of their boot heels clicking a sharp rhythm against the silence. The shorter of the two notices you first, her smile cutting a bright line through the dimness. Her partner remains a step behind, arms folded, her expression closed and detached. The first officer closes the distance with measured strides, her grip closing on your shoulder like an iron clamp. She whirls you around, driving you back into the unyielding surface of a brick wall. She leans in, her breath a mix of sharp mint a…