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The last thing she remembered was being in her hotel room packing up and getting ready to leave when her phone alarm went off. She looked at it before rolling her eyes as she thought it was just another hoax. So she ignored it and continued on packing. That was until a loud horn blared throughout the building.

"What the hell is going on out there?" She muttered to herself as she looked out her window.

She saw people running away and driving like crazy. Reaching for her phone she was about to call her grandfather and see what was going on till her door was kicked down. Two masked men covered head to toe in black.

"Racheal Helsing Winchester?" One asked

"Who wants to know?" She glared

"Racheal, you have been selected by the Cooperative as one of the lucky few who will be taken to a safe location away from the blast." The guy said

"I don't think so buddy." She said with sass. "I'm not going anywhere without a fight.

True to her word she gave them a fight. She was kicking their asses to the point where one had to take out a dart gun and shoot her with a tranquilizer. Once the dart hit her she out like a light.

That's when she woke up in some kind of cage bunker with two other people, a woman named Emily Santos and a man named Timothy Campbel. After a few minutes the missiles dropped and the end had happened. Everyone silently mourned for those that they had lost.

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Two weeks after the blast Racheal and the others had been held prisoners in the bunker. Racheal has tried many time trying to escape but they always ended up shooting her with darts. On the fourth day it came to the point for them to cuff her to a bar when they brought them their meal. Then one day the guards transported them all to one of the ten outposts; a fallout shelter that is supposed to be safe. After getting clean and making sure that they weren't contaminated they met the lady in charge of the place, Wilhemina Venable. She was a very stern person but Racheal could tell that she was one of those power hungry bitches.

"This is a fallout shelter?" Timothy asked

The woman was leading them down several hallways and turns.

"It is now." Venable said "For many years it serve as an exclusive boys school."

"What kind of boys school is subterranean?" Emily asked

"The Cooperative, to whom we owe our eternal gratitude, took ownership and converted it once they realized what was coming."

"The end?" Racheal asked

"No." Venable said as she turned to them. "The beginning."

"Oh goody." Racheal rolled her eyes.

"The Cooperative has plans far beyond the temporary cleansing fire of the bomb. The Cooperative is not made up of nations or armies. It's a collection of the dozen greatest minds mankind has to offer. The visionaries." She explained

"They weren't visionary enough to think we might be able to use some generators?" Timothy joked

Racheal chuckled.

"It may seem to you a regression Mr. Cambell, our way of life here. But you'd be dead wrong." Venable said "Technology is what destroyed the world. Social media gave people the illusion they were equal. Now that's all been swept away. The natural order will restore itself."

'Why do I feel like I'm back at the Iscariot secret academy.' Racheal mentally thought.

"I'll show you to your rooms. As purple you will each be furnished with a private suite." Venable said

"What's a purple?" Emily asked

They reached one room before the stern lady looked at them.

"The elite." Venable said seriously. "Those chosen to survive. This room is your's Emily."

Emily walked in the room and it was a little bare with a full size bed, a furniture around. She walked over to the closet and when she opened it up there were a lot of purple dresses. The site of them made both Emily and Racheal cringe in disgust.

"I'm supposed to wear this shit?" Emily asked

"In the Outpost, everyone knows their place. The Purples wear purple, the Greys, grey." Venable stated

"Who are the Greys?" Timothy asked

"Greys are our working ants." Venable said simply. "Still a necessary component of any functioning society. The Greys are here to serve. And grateful for the opportunity. The alternative being nuclear winter, cancer, death."

"So what are you?" Racheal asked as she noticed that was wearing just black.

"I am neither." Venable said "Rather I am the strong right arm of the Cooperative. Think of me as their face."

'Yeah, right.' Racheal rolled her eyes.

"So you're not a purple?" Emily asked

Venable said nothing as she had her back towards them. Racheal smirked as she knew that Emily hit a nerve.

'Good. This bitch needs to be taken down a peg or two.' She thought

She told them the rules of the place and continued to show Timothy and Racheal to their rooms. After Miss Venable showed him his room it was Racheal's turn. When they reached her room she was surprised on how bigger her room was. There was a king size round bed, a massive closet, a lot of victorian style furniture and it has its' own marble bathroom.

"Wow." Racheal said

Even Venable was surprised and envious of it but didn't say anything other than to get dressed properly for dinner before she left.

Racheal scoffed before heading to the bathroom and took a nice hot shower. While the steamy hot water fell on her she sighed in blissed but kept a straight face. The young woman knew that she wasn't going to get along with Venable or any of these rich people so she had to think of an escape plan. From all the hallways that she saw she knew it'll take some time for her to figure a way out. She was a patient person at times but she has been known for her temper and those that mess with her always end up majorly hurt or dead.

After she was done she went to dried her hair and her body. When she was done she went through her large closet. She cringed at all the dresses that were purple. Dresses weren't her thing, ever, and purple wasn't her color. She tried looking for some pants but there was nothing so with huff Racheal choose a dress that was black on top but the bottom was a red violet color. When she finished with her make-up she headed out to find where the parlor room was. That's when she met the other survivors. After a few minutes with these people Racheal wished she was back at the bunker. The other survivors there were fucking spoiled rich people. There was a spoiled brat heiress, an old prude actress, a gay hair dresser, a talk show hostiess that Racheal wasn't familiar with but Timothy was, and two gay couple. One minute with them and Racheal wanted to bang her head against the wall. There were other people there that were dressed in grey servant outfits but they mostly kept to themselves.

Later it was dinner time. Everyone gathered around the long table while the Greys handed out the plates to the Purples. On the plate was some kind of gelatin cube.

'You gotta be kidding me.' Racheal thought as she poked at the thing.

"It's all we get." Gallant, the gay hair dresser said to her. "Don't be too disappointed."

"Darling, you don't know what disappointment is until you've slept with Yul Brynner." The old woman Evie said

The talk show hostess Dinah, explained to the new people about how the cubes had every vitamins that their body needs to help them survive. Everyone ate it slowly to savor it. Well, except for the spoiled brat Coco.

"I'm still hungry. I am so tired of the hunger." She whined as she stood up from her chair. "Fuck this bullshit! With all the thought that went into this place, they don't have a single bag of Pirate's Booty in the pantry?! For a hundred million dollars a ticket, I expect goddamn Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen cooking us real food!"

Racheal rolled their eyes at this.

Unknown to the brat Venable came walking into the room. The sound of her cane made everyone silent, even Coco. She walked towards the brat and slapped her hard. Everyone minus Racheal gasped.

"I'm going to be very clear so there will be no misunderstanding. We have enough nutrition for the next 18 months. And if our situation doesn't improve, you can count on less and less." Venable said

Coco nodded and sat back down.

"Situation?" Gallant asked "What is our situation?"

Venable and Mead looked at each other for a few minutes looking at them.

"We had a perimeter alert this morning." Venable said "Something penetrated the grounds. It was a carrier pigeon delivering a message for our benefactors."

"Wait. A pigeon?" Coco gasped in awe. "Can we eat it?"

"It was contaminated by the fallout." Mead stated

"Not to mention those things carry bird flu. No matter if we boil it or not it will still kill us." Racheal said in annoyance.

Coco and Evie glared at her but Racheal just smirked and flipped them off.

"There are no more governments. Only rotting mounds of corpses, too many to bury. Starving people kill for a piece of bread. Three outposts have been overrun. We are the last vestiges of civilized life on the planet. Be vigilant." Venable read from the paper she had in her hand.

"Everything we know is gone." Mead explained

It was hard for anyone to understand what was happening. In two weeks everything was destroyed and contaminated.

Before anyone could let this sink in four men in black clothes came in and whispered to Miss Mead. She said that they detected a spike of radiation in the room. Saving his own ass Gallant pointed at Racheal, Emily and Timothy since they just got there.

"You're a real bitch you that." Racheal glared at him.

He noticed how tightly she holding her knife and scooted away from her a little.

"No, no. We were checked when we got here. We're clean!" Emily said in panic.

"No, we went through decontamination." Timothy said "We were all cleared."

Miss Mead and one of the tall guards grabbed two radiation detectors and scanned everyone. Racheal, Emily and Timothy were clean, as well as the others. All except two. Gallant and one of the Gay couple Stu. They took them away all kicking and screaming. No one did anything and just watch. Racheal was the only one that didn't react as she watched Venable with calculated stare. Her instincts were telling her that this was bullshit and she needed to keep an eye on her and this Miss Mead.

On the inside Venable was enjoying every bit of their scared faces and wanted to smile but was able to keep a straight face. Then she noticed that the new girl Racheal was the only one that didn't seem scared of what was going on. She was too calm and she didn't like that.

'This girl is going to be trouble.' Venable thought

When Venable announced that it was bedtime everyone hurried to their rooms. Racheal locked her door and quickly got off the uncomfortable dress. Once she was dressed in a white nightgown she sat down on the comfortable bed, criss-crossed style. What Venable did was unnecessary and Racheal believed she needed to pay. So she closed her eyes concentrated on her powers. Unknown to these people she had many abilities that were unnatural. One of them happen to be creating creatures and other lifeforms out of thin air.

It wasn't long till she heard everyone screaming outside of her room. A smirk appeared on her face as she looked over her bed and saw a bunch of rats crawling out. She got up and after making sure on not stepping on them she opened her door. After letting them all out she walked out calmly and watch how everyone in the hallway ran out of their rooms screaming from the rats. Coco had screamed the loudest as there were a few on her and in her hair. Miss Mead and guards came used every weapon they had to kill the rats.

"What the hell! Where did they all come from?!" Timothy yelled as he tried to smash one.

"They must have come from the sewers!" Miss Mead said while hacking two with a blade.

"The bombs must have scared them further underground. Properly the pipes." Racheal shrugged while picking up one. "We should be grateful they're not cockroaches. Those things can fucking survive anything."

"Indeed." Miss Mead said as she hatched three more.

Everyone stopped dead silent as a much louder scream was heard throughout the halls.

"Oh shit." Miss Mead muttered before she and other guards hurried towards the scream.

"Where are they going?" Mallory (a grey) said

"I'll give you one guess. Who else isn't here to see what's going on." Racheal said as she petted the rat that was in her arms.

Miss Mead and the guards quickly made it to Venable rooms. They saw that most of the rats were heading there and squeezed through the door. The tall guard Fist kicked down the door and they were in shock at what they saw. On the floor was Venable herself, trying to fend off the rats that were crawling on her and trying to eat her. Mead and the others quickly pulled the rats off of her and took her out of the room.

From afar and hidden in the shadows Racheal smirked at the scene. With a wave of her hand a small piece of cheese appeared in her other hand and gave it to the rat that was on her shoulder. The rat quickly took it and started eating it.

"It may be the end of days but...at least I'll some fun here till I die." She said