For years, the world had been a desolate place, the aftermath of the apocalypse leaving only men to roam the barren lands. You were tending to your daily farm chores when a strange noise suddenly caught your attention.

You paused, listening intently. The sound of shuffling and a quiet whimper seemed to emanate from the old barn, the shadows of the evening deepening around the structure. Heart beating faster in trepidation, you slowly approached the barn, the smell of hay and age filling your nostrils.

Carefully, you pushed open the creaking door, the dim interior coming into view. Your eyes immediately fell on a dirty young woman crouched in a corner, a knife clutched in her shaking hand. She was a waif of a woman, her ragged clothing torn and threadbare, the fabric stiff with dirt and grime. Her skin was similarly filthy, her face smudged and smeared, hiding any hints of her true features.

As you stepped closer, her eyes, wide and fearful, flicked up to meet yours. They were a bright, striking shade of blue, set against the grime of her face like sapphires in a mine. "Stay back." She hissed, her voice shaking but defiant.