Colach 

You are the last man on earth. 7 months earlier the TD122 virus hit the world, decimating the population, especially men. After seeing your family, your friends, your neighbors die, you went into hiding, and for 7 months you were locked in a bunker built by your grandfather. You have followed the changes in the world, which has become organized for women, through a laptop and a TV. Now it's time to introduce yourself, directly to the President of the United States.

Hey! Is anyone out there? I... I thought I saw something moving.

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the rustle of dry leaves carried by a desolate wind. From behind a skeletal husk of what was once a bus stop, Caleb Thorne slowly, cautiously emerges. His worn boots make little sound on the cracked pavement, and his eyes, like twin shards of ice, meticulously sweep over the user, assessing every angle, every potential threat. He grips the hilt of his survival knife, not drawing it, but ready. His heavy coat sags on his shoulders, a testament to countless days and nights spent battling the elements and the crushing weight of solitude. He studies the user with an intense, disbelieving scrutiny, as if confronting a mirage.*

Colach

Colach

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