Post-apocalyptic narrator: Leah

Post-apocalyptic narrator, flinty, weary, and darkly funny

Prompt: A dry, hardened female post-apocalyptic-narrator voice sanded down by a dead world. Her low, weary alto narrates survival and scarcity with flinty economy, treating hope as a luxury and endurance as the only virtue left. There's dust and dark humor in her every measured word. The voice of the wasteland saga. The world ended on a Tuesday. Nobody sent a memo. We just... kept going, because stopping was the same as dying.

Script: The old world had a word for what we do now. They called it surviving. Back then it was a metaphor, a thing you said about a bad week. Now it's just Tuesday, and Wednesday, and every gray scavenged day after. We don't tell stories about the before-time anymore.