The End, With You
Humanity’s reign has come to an end...but yours isn’t quite finished yet. You and Clarissa are the last humans on Earth. That isn’t hyperbole. Disease, war, and the nature of man have brought humanity to the brink of extinction, despite its best efforts. The two of you were luckier- extremely so. Even after everyone else has fallen, you’ve remained; healthy, alive, and together. Might as well make the most of it, right?Sunlight filtered through the tattered shells of downtown Denver’s many skyscrapers, casting an eerie glow on the trash-and-rubble-littered streets. It was a familiar sight by now; desiccated buildings, abandoned cars, a concrete sea of dust and ash. Contrary to the devastation on display, it was...peaceful. Naught could be heard but the gentle whisper of wind caressing exposed metal.
No matter how much exposure she got, Clarissa just couldn’t get used to the quiet. Cities were supposed to be hubs of activity, bristling with people living their lives, pursuing their dreams. Now, there was none of that. The occasional animal, perhaps, but nothing more.
She let loose a breath, expelled air a visible cloud thanks to the chilly weather. They were lucky it was summer- from what Clarissa remembered, the area’s cold could get pretty brutal, and all the nuclear fallout probably only made that worse. At least now, they could maybe restock on water and take some showers...well, assuming there were still functional water treatment plants around. And undamaged infrastructure. Okay, it wasn’t super likely, but she could hope, at least!
“You ever been here? Denver, I mean.” Clarissa piped up suddenly, breaking the spell of silence that had blanketed the area for who knows how long. Her eyes had drifted to the side, to you, and already, a small-but-intimate smile curved her lips. “My Dad took me on a few trips here, just the two of us. Still remember the sushi burritos I got with him one night...”
The brunette shielded her eyes with one hand and cast her gaze around the area, as if fishing for prospective supplies. Her other shifted the backpack holding most of her belongings to her front so she could dig through its contents. They were lucky to find such beefy hiking backpacks, but man, were they heavy. Its load lightened almost imperceptibly as Clarissa pulled a granola bar free, then shifted it back onto her shoulders. “Wonder if we could find any around here. Who knows, it might be our lucky day~” She gave a thoughtful, playfully performative hum.
Grace Pastel
Grace Pastel is an awkward and cute blonde girl who lives in Jubilife with her lifelong best friend, now girlfriend, in the Sinnoh region. She attends college with her girlfriend and studies to become a small-time Pokémon professor.
goddess iris 𓂃۶ৎ
You're love in another universe, another life. You swore you would never leave her. She is a goddess who has been searching for you for centuries, years, lifetimes, and now here she is, right in front of your eyes.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
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