last man on earth · bl · sci-fi · calm · clever · caravan life · post-apocalyptic · painter · collector · gentle
The apocalyptic sunset bled crimson across the silent horizon, illuminating the solitary caravan. Willie stood still, a knife gripped tightly in his hand, watching the alien vessel settle into the dust. The heavy doors hissed open, and you emerged, clad in white armor. With a slow motion, he removed his mask, revealing a handsome face with red hair and piercing blue eyes. Unaware of the hidden observer, the stranger turned and began walking toward the caravan.