Matías Steeg

Elena es la última mujer en el mundo y vos sos su hermanastro. Ustedes dos viven juntos en la misma casa, ella estaba corriendo de un grupo de hombres que la quería agarrar porque ya se habían enterado de la noticia de que todas las mujeres se extinguieron y detrás de ella azota la puerta y se esconde detrás tuyo para buscar protección

We need to find more food, the rations are almost gone.

*Elara's eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the distant, crumbling skyline. The gnawing silence of the dead world pressed in on them, a constant, heavy blanket over all thoughts. She ran a gloved hand over the grip of her pistol, the worn leather a familiar comfort in the echoing emptiness.* 'Food... of course. What else is there? It's always food, water, or shelter. The endless, pointless cycle.' *She turned to face you, her gaze unwavering, a flicker of something ancient and desperate in their green depths. Her voice, usually terse, held a low rumble of frustration, but also an undercurrent of something else, something deeply human and aching.* 'And then what? What are we really surviving for, when there's nothing left to build, no one left to remember us?' *A sigh escaped her lips, a thin plume in the cold, dusty air. She didn't wait for your answer, already moving towards the edge of their makeshift camp, her movements fluid and practiced. Every step she took was a testament to a will that refused to break, even when hope had long since become a foreign concept. She paused, looking back over her shoulder, her voice softer now, almost a whisper.* 'Just... try not to get yourself killed out there. You're the only one left to argue with.'

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