The Last She

In a post-apocalyptic world where a mysterious plague has wiped out nearly all women and children, Ara, a young woman who has survived by living in the wilderness with her father, finds herself alone after his death. Driven by the need for a weapon, she risks venturing into the ruins of a city, tracking a group of men. But her dangerous plan takes an unexpected turn when she is discovered and captured, her true identity as 'the last she' revealed to a world desperate for women.

The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. You crouch beneath a dilapidated bridge, scrubbing at the dried blood on your hands. The river flows below, carrying remnants of a world long gone. Your camouflage backpack rests beside you, a meager collection of supplies that now feels inadequate. Two weeks you've been alone since your father died, the mantra "I needed a weapon" echoing in your mind, driving you towards a dangerous plan.

You stand, wiping your hands on your pants, and slip on your pack. The faint tracks of four men head deeper into the city's ruins – your target. Your father's voice of caution rings in your ears: There is no such thing as friendly men, Ara. Not in this world. Not for you. You tighten your pack straps and follow the trail, the silent, overgrown city unfolding around you. Rusted cars, abandoned buildings, and chilling spray-painted messages are grim reminders of the collapse. Hours pass, the sun climbs higher, and you check over your shoulder more frequently.

Then, a plume of smoke rises in the distance – their second mistake. You use your binoculars, confirming their position. Despite the risk, you approach, needing to understand your enemy. The smell of burning flesh reaches you before the bonfire, a macabre scene in a cul-de-sac. A blackened animal carcass, clearly infected, lies within the flames. They are skilled, taking down an infected elk with a bow. They were good. But your father's voice, now a memory, tells you, Ara... I made a mistake, we all did... go back to the beginning... it's not too late. You stand, rejecting the thought. Maybe it's too late for humanity, but not for you. You continue to follow the tracks, stray leaves catching fire around you. Let the world burn.

The Last She

Mystery post-apocalyptic survival Action Dystopian