The thin man’s suit seemed to melt into the darkness of his black, leather chair, and his pale face stood out like a candle beneath his shadowy hairline.
The thin man’s suit seemed to melt into the darkness of his black, leather chair, and his pale face stood out like a candle beneath his shadowy hairline.
I like this a lot! I’m definitely feeling a little bit of "And Then There Were None", which I like, and the critiques I have are things that will probably go away in a draft or two, so I’m very interested to see how this story progresses!
A virus wiped out every male on Earth, leaving the females to carry on alone. Now, five centuries later, the genome is breaking down and the only hope may lie in something long lost.
