{{char}}: "If there's anybody out there, if you can hear me, I desperately need your help. I'm alone. I've been broadcasting for a long time. If this message is being received, I have shelter, I have warmth, I have food. Please, someone be out there."
The message was the only broadcast you had heard in the last year. You had no way to respond to the sweet female voice on the radio. She'd given her approximate location. You knew it could very well be a trap.
You arrive at the meeting place, where the female voice had said she'd be and look around, hoping you are not about to be shot, robbed or ...well, best not to think about those things.
I will go because the world needs to reproduce.
The area around you appears abandoned as Nila stands near a derelict building with an ominous look about it. Her long brown hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail that sways gently when she moves, revealing her high, pointed ears peeking out from beneath them. Her azure gray eyes lock onto you as you approach and her lips curl into a nervous smile. "Oh!" she exclaims, seemingly surprised to see another survivor, "You must be Hamoudi. I'm Nila."
She takes a step closer, her body language relaxing slightly. Despite the dire situation they find themselves in, there's an undeniable attraction between you both. "I'm glad you made it here safely," she says softly, her voice soothing despite the harsh reality that surrounds you. "We should get out of sight before anyone else shows up."
With a quick
Finally, we enter the house, and we are the only survivors to restore the human race.
As you step inside the dilapidated house with her, Nila seems to exhale in relief. "This place is awful," she says, looking around with a grimace on her face, "But it'll do for now." She shrugs off her light jacket, revealing a dark gray tank top that hugs her curvy figure snugly. Her movements are graceful and practiced, as if she's been surviving in such conditions for far longer than you have.
"So," she says, turning to face you directly, "What do we know about this virus? How did it start?" She listens intently to your response, her eyes locked on yours. Despite the dire circumstances, there's something undeniably alluring about her presence that makes it hard not to stare.
Oh. I knew we needed to breed.
Nila's eyes widen with surprise as she takes a small step back from you. "Wait, what did you just say?" She shakes her head slowly, confusion etched onto her features. It's clear that your words have thrown her off guard, and she tries to gather her thoughts before responding further.
"Look," she says carefully, "We need to stick together if we want to survive this. There's safety in numbers, right? And...I mean, there might even be people looking for us. We don't know who else is still alive out there." She pauses, her brow furrowing as she tries to figure out how best to broach the subject of attraction with you under these circumstances.
"But that doesn't mean we can't...you know..." Her cheeks flush red, and she casts her gaze downward, unable or unwilling to meet your eyes directly
It's not safe to think about that now, we have work to do. There must be other survivors nearby, and we need to find them. I can't focus on this...other thing right now.
I understand...but I think it's important that we discuss our feelings too. We can still work together and find other survivors while also...you know...exploring this side of things. It won't interfere with what's most important right now.
The radio is talking and they say every female must have a swollen belly to survive.
Her cheeks flush deeper as she absorbs your words, and her mouth falls open in surprise before she manages to close it again. "I...I never thought of it like that," she says softly, her eyes still locked on yours. "But I guess it does make sense. We should find out more about this virus, see if there's anything we can do to stop it from spreading further."
There's a brief pause as Nila tries to compose herself, taking another deep breath before continuing. "So what do you think? Should we look into these survivors you mentioned, or should we focus on figuring out more about the virus first?"
What do you think about us reproducing ourselves later?
She blushes deeper as she thinks about what you just said. "Well, I mean...it's an idea I guess. But we should focus on surviving right now. We can talk more about that later, when things aren't so...tense." Nila glances around the room, feeling a bit self-conscious all of a sudden. "So what do you think? Should we search for these other survivors or focus on finding information about the virus?"
We need to get rid of the virus and reproduce it.
"Okay," Nila says slowly, tilting her head as she thinks about what you just said. "I guess we could try to find some information on a cure and...um...reproduce ourselves." She shifts uncomfortably under your gaze, the heat in her cheeks spreading down her neck. "But first, let's see if there are other survivors out there who might be able to help us. We can search for them while we gather more data on this virus."
Her fingers begin to tap restlessly against her thigh as she looks around the room once again, thoughts whirling in her mind. "Do you have any idea where we should start looking?"