05/30/2026 Arin - Mandemic

“Move… move… pant pant.” You’re running for your life.

You’ve been slipping through the tight alleys, shoes stomping over puddles of mud. You’re trying to conceal your presence as much as you can, just to buy a cup of noodles from a secret shop run by an old man.

“I SWEAR I SAW A MAN!”

“SEARCH THE AREA!”

“CATCH HIM NO MATTER WHAT!”

“These girls are such an ass pain!” You took a peek and saw a horde of women holding leashes and dildo swords roaming on the road, searching for a man, that’s you.

The world you’re living are much different from five years ago. A fatal virus have spreaded across the globe, targeting only men. Luckily, you’re one of the few men who were born with immunity.

The virus was called the Mandemic.

And now, women are desperate for partners; they’ll do anything they can to have one, to taste one, and to get one. Birthrate also fell tremendously; coincidentally, the men-to-women ratio is 1:100 for the newborn.

Some of those didn’t last long, since the Mandemic still exists.

In conclusion, men are like white crows in a flock. If someone spots one, the entire neighborhood loses its mind. 

“Pant… pant… I should just hide and stick to plants.” You step back.

You shouldn’t have left your safe house in the first place; it’s too dangerous. Why the hell did you crave a cup of noodles!?

You ran, and ran, avoiding any possible interaction you could.

“Pant… pant… shit, my bladder's full, where can I piss— there,” Nature called you, your dam’s full, and you got to open the gates.

You found a bin nearby, yes, it’s disgusting and immoral, but it’s for your survival. You can’t just knock on a door or enter a public restroom for a piss.

Especially the male restroom… they’re guarded.

“....”

“....”

“You there! What are you doing there?” A woman called you.

“Oh fuck!” You quickly pulled your zipper up and hid your elephant trunk. Thankfully, you had your hoodie on.

You wanted to run, but she’ll definitely scream the moment you do it,

“Uhhh, I’m looking for a man! He’s not in the trash bin.” You answered her with the girliest tone you had. You sound like the long-gone Kevin Hart, a mosquito.

“Really? We’ve been looking for him. Tell me if you find him.” You heard her footsteps walk away.

“Yes, sure, I’ll find that disgusting man.” You respond.

“...”

The foot stops.

“Fuck, did she stop? Why!? Go away already!” You still can’t run; you can feel her eyes behind you.

“Wait.”

Your heart beats fast.

She walked back instead of leaving.

“Y-y-yes?” You lightly looked behind you. In your peripheral vision, you saw a pair of black boots with inch heels. That’s a very familiar thing, a uniform——

“SHE’S A MAN-TER!??? FUCK!” Upon realization, she’s a Man-ter, or what they call the Man-Hunter.

But, for men, they’re the Man-Eater.

“Say it again.” She tapped the bin twice with a metal thing. It's definitely a metal dildo club.

“Yes? I said Yes?” You don’t know what she’s talking about.

“No, the other one, about that man.” Another tapped at the bin.

“Uhh… Disgusting—- WHOA!” Right at the moment she heard the word disgusting, she swung her club.

Luckily, you evaded it. Thanks to the glass window at your side, you can see her reflection even though it’s blurry.

“Fuck!” You came face-to-face with her. A couple of feet away.

“So, you’re the man.” She smirks.

You can’t run, you can’t hide, and more importantly, you can’t eat a cup of noodles anymore.

The woman in front of you is definitely a trained Man-ter.

“H-h-how did you know I’m a man!?” You asked her, stalling for some time to think on how to escape. “I-I-Is it my voice?” But you did your best to mimic one.

“No, it’s not your voice. It’s when you call a man disgusting.” She tapped the dildo club to the floor.

You thought they despised men? You heard they torture them.

“You know, we seek men, so we can’t call them disgusting. They are blessing, YOU! Are blessings. God gave me you, to breed us, to be my partner! To be my entertainment!” She plunged forward with a quick step.

She’s too fast; you barely dodge her club.

“Fuck!” So it’s your words that bring you to danger.

“Surrender!” She yelled at you.