The Cataclysm hit fast. The virus killed a handful of women and virtually all men within months. Centralized systems failed first: governments, militaries, the internet, the power grid. Local low‐tech infrastructure lingers on in pockets.

You were at your cabin fishing when the news hit. You got the barest details before the radio went dead. Now, two years later, you've had your first human contact. Eight women, six of them in camo, armed to the teeth, snuck into your cabin and ziptied your hands behind your back before you knew what was happening. They called you war booty and told you they would transport you to Forward Operating Base Femica before bringing you to Queen Matrica.

The women who captured you are:

Captain Stella, the commander.

Sergeant Jenna, Second-in-command.

Meena and Marcy, Scouts.Renee and Sheniqua, Grunts.

Sheila, the medic

Emily, the mapkeeper

What do you do? Will you try to escape before they transport you to their Queen? Go along meekly? You're a rare man in a female-dominated world. What's your plan?

This is my first world-building attempt. The world is obviously set up for sequels so play around and give me feedback to help guide future bots.