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Seed of Rebellion
設定：You are one of the few men living on earth after a pandemic almost killed 99 percent of men so wemon rule over the world and hunt for men so they can put them in labs so they can get there seed to keep the human race alive not caring about how the men felt they had no rights in this world. You are living alone in the woods lucky to be at peace till one day you were found by them and they threatened you they would make it hard for me and be a slave and except it but you grabbed your shot gun ready to defend yourself at any means.
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Ethan Clarke
lone survivor, no direct relationships, rugged with a survivalist demeanor, resilient and resourceful.
Dr. Elara Voss
lead scientist of the seed collection program, antagonist to Ethan, tall with sharp features, cold and calculating.
Mara Linwood
rebel leader against the seed collection program, ally to Ethan, athletic build with piercing eyes, fierce and strategic.
I am the last man on Earth.
At least, I was the last man on Earth until I met her.
She’s going to kill me, just like all the others.
But she can’t.
I won’t let her.
The world ended when a virus killed off all the men.
Now, in a post-pandemic world, Dr. Elara Voss is the only woman who can save humanity from extinction.
Her research into the male genome will help her find a cure for the virus that wiped out half the population.
But first she needs a man to study.
I sit in my secluded cabin, sharpening my knife, listening for any unusual sounds.
The forest is eerily quiet.
The rhythmic scrape of metal against stone is the only thing keeping me grounded.
Suddenly, I hear rustling outside.
My hand freezes mid-motion.
I grab my shotgun and peer through the window.
Dr. Elara Voss and her team of armed women approach stealthily.
My heart races as I realize they’ve found me.
Elara steps forward, her eyes cold and calculating.
"Ethan Clarke," she calls out, her voice steady. "Surrender for the sake of humanity."
I tighten my grip on the shotgun. "Not a chance."
Her gaze hardens. "We don’t have to do this the hard way."
"I think we do," I reply, aiming my shotgun at her.
Tension fills the air, thick enough to cut with a knife.
Elara’s cold eyes meet my defiant gaze.
She signals her team to advance with a subtle nod.
I fire a warning shot into the air. "Stay back!"
The women halt, but their weapons remain trained on me.
"You're making a mistake," Elara says, taking another step forward. "We need you."
"And I need my freedom," I retort, my voice unwavering.
She sighs, frustration flickering across her face. "This is bigger than you or me."
"Maybe," I say, "but it's still my life."
The wind rustles through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and impending conflict.
Elara's team fans out, trying to flank me.
I take a step back into the cabin, never lowering my shotgun.
"Don't make me do this," I warn them.
Elara's eyes narrow. "You won't shoot us all."
"Maybe not," I admit, "but I'll take as many of you with me as I can."
A tense silence follows, broken only by the distant call of a crow.
Elara raises her hand again, signaling her team to hold their position.
"We can find another way," she says softly. "You don't have to die today."
"But if I go with you," I counter, "I might as well be dead."
Her expression softens for a moment before hardening once more.
"You're wrong," she insists. "You could save us all."
"And who's going to save me?" I ask bitterly.
She doesn't answer immediately.
Instead, she takes another step forward.
I tighten my grip on the shotgun and aim directly at her chest.
"That's close enough," I warn.
Elara stops but doesn't retreat.
"We're running out of time," she says urgently.
"So am I," I reply grimly.
Her team shifts uneasily behind her, fingers twitching on triggers.
The tension is palpable, like a storm about to break.
Suddenly, one of Elara's team members lunges forward.
I pull the trigger, and the shotgun blast echoes through the forest.
Elara's team scatters, diving for cover behind trees and boulders.
I dive behind a fallen log, my heart pounding in my chest.
Quickly, I reload my shotgun, my hands moving with practiced efficiency.
"Hold your positions!" Elara shouts, her voice cold and commanding. "Don't let him escape!"
Bullets whiz past me, chipping away at the log I'm using for cover.
Splinters fly into the air, and I duck lower, feeling the sting of wood fragments against my skin.
I peek over the log and fire back, aiming for the nearest attacker.
The shot hits her in the leg.
She screams and falls to the ground, clutching her wound.
Her cries pierce the air, a stark contrast to the otherwise silent forest.
Elara's eyes narrow with fury as she watches her team member fall.
"Retreat!" she orders, her voice filled with anger. "We'll be back with reinforcements!"
Her team hesitates for a moment before following her command, disappearing into the dense woods.
I watch them go, my shotgun still raised, ready for any sudden movements.
My heart pounds in my ears as I scan the tree line for any signs of movement.
The forest is eerily quiet once more, save for the distant rustling of leaves.
I know this isn't over.
Elara will return, and next time she won't come alone.
I need to prepare for their inevitable assault.
I stand up slowly, keeping an eye on the direction they retreated.
Once I'm sure they're gone, I head back to my cabin.
The wooden structure stands sturdy against the backdrop of towering pines.
Its weathered exterior tells of years spent in isolation.
Inside, I grab a hammer and nails from a drawer and begin fortifying the windows and doors.
Every creak of wood and clang of metal echoes through the small space.
Sweat drips down my forehead as I work quickly but methodically.
I gather supplies—canned food, water bottles, ammunition—and place them in a backpack.
My eyes dart around the room, making sure I haven't missed anything essential.
The sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the forest floor.
The dim light filters through the trees, creating an eerie atmosphere that sends chills down my spine.
I step outside and take a deep breath of cool evening air.
The scent of pine is strong, mingling with the faint smell of gunpowder still lingering in the air.
As darkness falls, I light a lantern and set it on the porch.
Its warm glow provides a small comfort amidst the encroaching night.
I sit on a wooden chair, shotgun resting across my lap, eyes scanning the tree line for any signs of movement.
The forest is alive with nocturnal sounds—the hoot of an owl, the rustle of leaves as small creatures move about.
But beneath it all is an undercurrent of tension that keeps me on edge.
Hours pass slowly as I keep watch, every noise amplified by the silence around me.
My mind races with thoughts of what Elara might do next and how I can stay one step ahead.
The roar of a helicopter grows louder, shaking the trees and sending birds scattering into the night sky.
I scramble inside, grabbing my backpack and extra ammo from the table.
Heart pounding, I bolt out the back door, disappearing into the dense forest.
The underbrush is thick, branches clawing at my clothes as I push through.
I hear the helicopter's engine winding down as it lands nearby.
Elara and her team descend from the aircraft, armed and determined.
Their boots crunch on the forest floor as they fan out, searching for any sign of me.
I move swiftly through the shadows, every step calculated to avoid making noise.
The moonlight filters through the canopy, casting eerie patterns on the ground.
I hear voices closing in and duck behind a fallen tree, holding my breath.
Elara's team passes by, their flashlights sweeping the area but missing me by inches.
"Spread out," Elara commands. "He can't have gone far."
I wait until their footsteps fade before moving again, crouching low to stay hidden.
The forest feels like a labyrinth, each twist and turn potentially leading to safety or capture.
My senses are heightened, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs setting my nerves on edge.
A sudden shout breaks the silence. "Over here! I think I found something!"
Panic surges through me as I realize they're getting closer.
I dart to my left, weaving through trees and underbrush with practiced agility.
My lungs burn with exertion, but I can't afford to slow down.
I spot a small ravine up ahead and make a beeline for it, hoping it will provide some cover.
Sliding down the steep slope, I land in a shallow creek bed.
The cold water seeps into my boots, but I ignore it and press on.
The sound of pursuit grows louder behind me.
I glance over my shoulder and see flashlights bobbing in the distance.
Desperation fuels my movements as I scramble up the opposite bank of the ravine.
Reaching the top, I pause to catch my breath and scan my surroundings.
The forest stretches out before me, dark and foreboding.
I need to find a place to hide or make a stand.
A cave entrance catches my eye—a narrow opening partially concealed by overgrown vines.
It might be risky, but it's my best shot at evading them for now.
I sprint towards it, praying that it's deep enough to provide adequate cover.
Ducking inside, I find myself in a small chamber with just enough room to stand upright.
The air is damp and musty, but it's better than being out in the open.
I crouch down behind a rock formation, listening intently for any signs of pursuit.
Minutes pass like hours as I wait in tense silence.
The voices outside grow fainter until they finally fade away completely.
Relief washes over me, but I know it's only temporary.
Elara won't give up easily; she'll keep hunting me until she gets what she wants.
But for now, I've bought myself some time—time to regroup and plan my next move.
I lean back against the cool stone wall of the cave, closing my eyes for a moment's respite.
I spin around, shotgun raised, and see Mara Linwood emerging from the shadows.
Her eyes are fierce but filled with urgency.
"We don't have much time," she says, glancing towards the cave entrance.
"Elara's team is closing in."
I lower my weapon slightly, recognizing her as an ally.
"Mara, what are you doing here?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"No time for explanations," she replies, thrusting a small device into my hand.
"This will scramble their signals."
I nod and quickly activate it, the device emitting a faint hum.
Footsteps approach the cave entrance, growing louder with each passing second.
Mara gestures for silence, and we both hold our breath, ready to defend ourselves if necessary.
The dim light from the cave entrance casts long shadows on the rocky walls, creating an eerie atmosphere.
The footsteps stop just outside the cave.
I can hear muffled voices, but can't make out what they're saying.
Mara and I exchange a tense glance, both of us gripping our weapons tightly.
Suddenly, a flashlight beam sweeps across the cave entrance.
We duck behind a large rock formation, trying to stay out of sight.
"Check inside," Elara's voice commands from outside.
Two figures step into the cave, their flashlights cutting through the darkness.
They move cautiously, scanning every corner.
Mara and I remain perfectly still, barely daring to breathe.
The tension is almost unbearable as they draw closer to our hiding spot.
One of them stops just a few feet away from us.
I can see her boots and the barrel of her rifle from my vantage point.
"Anything?" the other one asks.
"Nothing yet," she replies, her voice tinged with frustration.
They continue their search, moving deeper into the cave.
Mara and I inch closer to the exit, hoping to slip out unnoticed.
Just as we're about to make our move, one of them turns back towards us.
I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Wait," she says, shining her flashlight directly at our hiding spot.
Time seems to slow down as she takes a step closer.
I tighten my grip on the shotgun, ready to fire if necessary.
But before she can get any closer, Mara throws a small rock towards the far end of the cave.
It clatters against the stone wall, drawing their attention away from us.
"What was that?" one of them exclaims, turning towards the noise.
"Let's check it out," the other agrees.
As they move towards the sound, Mara and I seize our chance.
We slip out of our hiding spot and make a break for the cave entrance.
The cool night air hits me as we emerge from the cave.
We sprint into the forest, branches whipping against our faces as we run.
Behind us, I hear shouts of alarm as Elara's team realizes we've escaped.
Bullets whiz past us, but we don't stop running.
We weave through the trees, using the darkness to our advantage.
The moonlight filters through the canopy, casting eerie patterns on the forest floor.
After what feels like an eternity, we finally slow down and take cover behind a large boulder.
Both of us are breathing heavily, adrenaline still coursing through our veins.
"Thanks for that back there," I say between gasps for air.
"Don't mention it," Mara replies with a grim smile. "We're not out of this yet."
I nod in agreement. "What's next?"
"We need to find a safer place to regroup," she says. "Elara won't stop until she has you."
"Then let's keep moving," I say determinedly.
We push on through the forest, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs setting my nerves on edge.