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Last Man Standing: A Fight for Freedom
設定：You one of the last men to live after a.man killing virus went around the world leaving the wemon tracking the surviving men and bring them to camps and use you to get them pregnant to keep life moving but you don't want that so you hide for years seeing your friends turn on each other or get caught not to be seen again and it's been a few years till one day you get cought in a bear trap set by the girls
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Mia Torres
friend of Sarah, petite with freckles, intelligent and compassionate
Ethan Clarke
last surviving man, relationships with other protagonists vary, lean with sharp features, cunning and resilient
Sarah Jennings
conflicted relationship with Ethan, athletic build with cold eyes, determined and ruthless
I was the last man on earth, and I was running for my life.
The sun was setting behind me, casting long shadows across the desert floor.
I didn’t have much time before it would be too dark to see, but I couldn’t stop running.
If I did, they would catch me, and then I’d be dead.
I’d been running for three years now, ever since the virus had killed off ninety-nine percent of the male population.
I was one of the lucky ones, one of the few who had been immune to the virus.
But that luck had come at a price.
Now, every woman in the world wanted me dead.
They didn’t care how old I was or what I looked like.
All they cared about was using me to repopulate the planet.
And I wasn’t going to let that happen.
I wasn’t going to be anyone’s breeding stud.
So I kept running, moving from place to place, never staying in one spot for too long.
The sand beneath my feet shifted with every step, making it harder to maintain my speed.
My lungs burned, and my legs felt like they were made of lead.
I glanced over my shoulder, hoping to see nothing but the empty desert stretching behind me.
Instead, I saw shadows—dark, elongated figures gaining on me.
“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath.
I pushed myself harder, willing my body to move faster despite the exhaustion that clawed at me.
The sun dipped lower, and the temperature began to drop, but the heat of fear kept me warm.
I had to find somewhere to hide, somewhere safe.
My foot caught on something solid and unyielding.
A brutal clang echoed through the desert as metal teeth snapped shut around my ankle.
Pain exploded up my leg, and I collapsed to the ground with a scream.
“No! No, no, no!” I pounded the sand with my fists, trying to fight off the agony that threatened to overwhelm me.
I reached down and tried to pry open the bear trap, but it was no use.
The metal was too strong, and my hands were shaking too much.
Footsteps crunched in the sand behind me.
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest as I listened.
“Ethan,” a voice called out—a voice I recognized all too well.
Sarah stepped into view, her silhouette framed by the last rays of the setting sun.
Her eyes were cold and determined, her grip firm on the weapon she held at her side.
Behind her stood Mia, her face a mask of regret and sorrow.
“Please,” I gasped, “you don’t have to do this.”
Sarah’s expression didn’t change.
“You know we do,” she said flatly.
Mia took a hesitant step forward.
“Ethan, we don’t want to hurt you,” she said softly.
“Then let me go!” I pleaded.
Sarah shook her head.
“We can’t do that.”
I looked between them, desperation clawing at my insides.
There had to be a way out of this—a way to escape.
“Sarah,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “think about what you’re doing.”
“I have thought about it,” she replied coolly. “And this is the only way.”
She raised her weapon—a sleek, black pistol—and aimed it at me.
My heart sank as I realized escape was no longer an option.
“Don’t do this,” I whispered.
Sarah’s finger tightened on the trigger.
Sarah hesitated, lowering her pistol for a moment.
"Mia, get ready!" I shouted, my voice cracking with urgency.
Mia grabbed a nearby branch and swung it at the nearest dog.
The branch connected with a sickening thud, but the dog barely flinched.
It lunged at her again, teeth bared.
I struggled to free myself from the trap, pain searing through my leg with every movement.
"Sarah, shoot!" I yelled.
Sarah fired a shot, hitting one of the dogs squarely in the chest.
It yelped and fell to the ground, but the rest of the pack kept coming.
Mia screamed for help, her voice filled with fear and desperation.
I pulled harder against the trap, my vision blurring from the pain.
"Come on, come on," I muttered to myself, trying to ignore the agony.
Sarah aimed and fired again, but this time she missed.
The dogs were closing in, their snarls growing louder and more menacing.
With a surge of adrenaline, I yanked my leg free from the trap.
A scream tore from my throat as pain shot up my leg, but I forced myself to stand.
I stumbled forward and grabbed Mia's hand.
"We have to go!" I shouted over the noise of the snarling dogs.
Mia nodded, her eyes wide with terror.
We turned and ran, Sarah close behind us.
The dogs were right on our heels, their hot breath on our necks.
"Keep moving!" Sarah urged, firing another shot over her shoulder.
We sprinted across the desert, the sand shifting beneath our feet.
Every step sent a jolt of pain through my injured leg, but I couldn't stop now.
Not when survival was so close yet so far away.
"There's a cave up ahead!" Mia pointed to a dark opening in the side of a rocky hill.
We pushed ourselves harder, racing toward the cave with everything we had left.
The dogs were relentless, snapping at our heels as we ran.
We reached the cave entrance and dove inside just as one of the dogs lunged at us.
It crashed into the rocks with a snarl, unable to follow us into the narrow opening.
Panting and exhausted, we collapsed onto the cool stone floor of the cave.
The sounds of snarling and scratching echoed outside as the dogs tried to find a way in.
"We can't stay here forever," Sarah said between breaths. "They'll find a way in eventually."
I nodded, wincing as I looked down at my injured leg.
Blood soaked through my pants where the trap had bitten into my flesh.
"We need to find another way out," Mia said, her voice trembling. "There has to be another exit."
I forced myself to stand, leaning heavily on Mia for support.
"Let's move," I said. "We can't afford to wait."
We ventured deeper into the cave, our footsteps echoing off the stone walls.
The darkness closed in around us, but we pressed on, driven by fear and determination.