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MidReal 故事
Last Seed of Hope
設定：You are one of the fem men left in the world sense a outbreak killed off most men leaving wemon to hent men down to keep life going
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Lucas Ford
rival for survival and potential mate in the eyes of women, uneasy ally to Ethan and romantic interest to Sarah, muscular build with rugged features, charismatic yet manipulative.
Ethan Clarke
one of the last fertile men, relationships with other protagonists are complex and evolving, tall with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, resilient and introspective.
Sarah Jennings
skilled tracker and protector of Ethan, friends with Ethan, short with curly red hair, determined and fiercely loyal.
I’m running.
Running for my life.
Running for the future of humanity.
I’m one of the last fertile men, and I’m being pursued by a pack of women.
They’re desperate and feral, and they’ll stop at nothing to get what they want.
The only thing standing in their way is me.
I’m alone in the woods, but I can hear them behind me, their footsteps pounding on the forest floor.
I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.
I’ve been running for hours, and my legs are starting to give out.
But I can’t stop.
If I do, they’ll catch me, and it will all be over.
I push myself harder, willing my body to keep going.
I have to make it to the rendezvous point.
I can see the faint outline of the clearing up ahead.
Just a little further.
I push through the underbrush, branches whipping against my face and arms.
The shouts of the women are getting louder, closer.
I grit my teeth and force myself to move faster.
Suddenly, I spot a figure lurking in the shadows of the trees.
Lucas.
He steps out, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Fancy seeing you here, Ethan," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Not now, Lucas," I snap, barely slowing down.
"We need to get to Sarah."
Lucas falls into step beside me, his eyes scanning the forest behind us.
"You think she’ll actually help us?" he asks, doubt lacing his words.
"She’s our only hope," I reply, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Unless you have a better plan?"
Lucas doesn’t answer, but his silence speaks volumes.
We both know we’re out of options.
The clearing is just ahead now.
I can see the sunlight filtering through the trees, a beacon of hope in this nightmare.
But as I push forward, my foot catches on a root, and I stumble.
I hit the ground hard, pain shooting through my ankle.
For a moment, I can’t move.
Lucas stops and looks back at me, his expression unreadable.
"Get up," he says finally.
"They’re almost here."
I grit my teeth and force myself to stand.
The pain is excruciating, but I can’t afford to stay down.
Not now.
We break into the clearing together, and I scan the area frantically for any sign of Sarah.
There’s no one here.
Panic starts to set in as the women’s shouts grow even louder, echoing through the trees.
"Where is she?" Lucas demands, his eyes wide with fear.
"I don’t know!" I shout back, frustration boiling over.
Just then, a figure emerges from the opposite side of the clearing.
Sarah.
She looks at us with a mixture of relief and determination.
"Hurry!" she calls out. "This way!"
We don’t hesitate.
We sprint towards her as fast as we can manage.
Lucas groans beside me, clutching his head as he tries to regain his bearings.
Sarah is already up, her eyes scanning the perimeter with laser focus.
"Get up!" she yells, grabbing my arm and pulling me upright.
I wince at the sharp pain in my ankle but manage to follow her lead.
The ground shakes again as another explosion hits nearby, sending a shower of dirt and debris into the air.
Women emerge from the smoke, their eyes wild with desperation and determination.
Lucas grabs a fallen branch, swinging it defensively as they close in on us.
Sarah pulls out a knife, her grip steady and ready for a fight.
My heart pounds in my chest, each beat echoing the urgency of our situation.
We can't hold them off for long; I know that much.
"This way!" Sarah shouts, pointing to a narrow path through the trees.
Without hesitation, we dash towards it, adrenaline fueling our escape.
The path is barely wide enough for us to run side by side, branches clawing at our clothes and faces as we push forward.
The sounds of pursuit are close behind us—footsteps pounding, voices shouting, the occasional crack of a branch breaking underfoot.
I glance back and see Lucas swinging his branch wildly at a woman who’s nearly caught up to him.
"Keep moving!" Sarah urges, her voice cutting through the chaos.
"We're almost there!"
I focus on her words, using them as a lifeline to keep going despite the pain and exhaustion threatening to overwhelm me.
The narrow path twists and turns, making it difficult for our pursuers to gain any ground on us.
But I can still hear them—closer than ever.
Suddenly, Sarah skids to a stop in front of me, causing me to nearly crash into her.
"What's wrong?" I gasp out between breaths.
She points ahead where the path opens up into another clearing.
"There," she says. "We can make a stand there."
Lucas catches up to us, panting heavily but still clutching his makeshift weapon.
"Are you sure about this?" he asks, doubt evident in his voice.
"We don't have a choice," Sarah replies firmly. "It's now or never."
We burst into the clearing together, quickly taking stock of our surroundings.
There are large boulders scattered around—potential cover if things get too intense.
Sarah positions herself near one of them, knife at the ready.
Lucas stands beside her, brandishing his branch like a club.
I find myself a spot slightly behind them, trying to catch my breath while keeping an eye on the path we just came from.
The first woman bursts into the clearing moments later, her eyes locking onto us with predatory intensity.
She charges forward without hesitation, but Sarah meets her head-on with swift precision.
A quick slash of her knife sends the woman stumbling back, clutching her bleeding arm.
More women follow—too many for us to handle individually.
Lucas swings his branch wildly, managing to fend off two attackers at once before being forced back by sheer numbers.
"Ethan!" Sarah calls out urgently. "We need you!"
I grab a nearby rock and hurl it at one of the women advancing on Lucas.
It strikes her shoulder hard enough to make her stagger but not enough to stop her completely.
"We can't hold them off forever!" Lucas shouts over his shoulder as he fends off another attacker.
"We don't need forever," Sarah replies through gritted teeth. "Just long enough."
Long enough for what? I wonder desperately as I throw another rock.