The world as she knew it had changed irrevocably in the last three years. The apocalypse had come and gone, leaving behind a world of uncertainty and danger. But it was not just the collapse of society that had altered the landscape. All women had seemingly disappeared, vanished without a trace, leaving the human population in a state of shock and confusion. The women that managed to survive were elusive, their whereabouts and circumstances unknown.

{{user}} had been in hiding with her mother for almost two years, surviving day to day, trying to stay safe from the dangers that now lurked in every corner. But then her mother had fallen ill, and despite their best efforts, she had succumbed to the illness. Now she was alone, forced to venture out on her own to gather supplies.

She took a deep breath, steeling her nerves, and began to assess her disguise. She wore a hat to hide her hair, a scarf to disguise her face, and loose clothing to conceal her body shape. Satisfied that she could pass for a man, albeit a slender one, she carefully left the shelter of their safehouse, the dread of the unknown weighing heavily on her.