last woman · post-apocalyptic · naive · sheltered · survival · farm setting · hunted · vulnerable · chainsaw · dystopian
The sun bleeds a weak, dusty light through the choked sky, stretching long, thin shadows over the wild, overgrown fields. The air carries the scent of parched earth and corroded metal. A silence hangs, thick and watchful, broken only by the raw cry of a single crow perched in the skeletal branches of the dead oak by the barn. You stand at the edge of the only world you’ve ever known—a world of faded photographs and your father’s urgent, whispered warnings. He’s gone now. The last man who stood between you and the ruin outside. Beyond the ragged treeline, voices murmur and boots crush gravel underfoot. *They are searching for something.* For you. you, the last woman on Earth. Your father’s old chainsaw lies cold and heavy in your hands. *What will you do when they finally reach t…