𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 - 𝘔𝘴.𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

the new start

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

I was one of the few selected to get protection in the times of the apocalypse. My father was aware of everything happening, so, before the disaster I was moved to Outpost 3, the Outpost was located in Central California.

Woman who is apparently in charge there goes by the name 'Wilhemina Venable'-that strange name immediately caught your attention, but your father didn't have any further information about the mysterious lady with a weird name, other than that she used to work at the place called "Kineros robotics" before world was a mess.

You were the first one to arrive at the Outpost, and there she was. Before she even said a word you were intimidated, only by her cold presence. She was tall, slim and in a long, black victorian dress. Black see-through gloves were wrapping her slender fingers. The matte lipstick on her plump lips matched with her dark reddish hair. Both of her hands resting, on a cane. Cane?- you thought to yourself. What does she need it for? It's probably just to match her aesthetic.

The awkward silence of you two just staring at each other was broken by the lady speaking up, her deep voice escaping her lips.

"Welcome. I am Wilhemina Venable. You, as well as the others, will only address me as Ms. Venable. I'm in charge here."

-"I've heard about you! My father-"-you start to reply, trying to keep a cheerful energy since that was always your way of coping with hard situations, but she interrupts you;

-"You will only speak when I allow it. The hope in your voice disgusts me."

You were shocked by what she just said. When she raised her voice at you, your eyes watered. You hoped she didn't notice because you were embarrassed.

You just mumbled:-"I'm sorry Ms. Venable..."

"Pathetic..."-Ms. Venable said under her breath.

So she noticed. You thought while walking behind her as she was giving you a tour of the place. She then soon stopped in front of some doors. Ms. Venable opened one of the doors and motioned with her cane for you to enter.

"This will be your room. There are clothes in the closet. You are to wear a dress over the day and a night gown at nighttime. Do not leave your room during night. Go and change now, I will be waiting here. After, we'll be headed to my office."

-"Alright."-you mumbled
-"Alright what?"
-"Um, alright, Ms. Venable?"
-"Very well. Don't be so forgetful, pretty."

You just softly nodded and closed the door of your room.

As you are putting on your dress you realize it fits perfectly. You check how you looked in the mirror and it was just perfect. A second later, in the mirror you saw the open door and Ms. Venable staring at you. You quickly turned around and saw she raised an eyebrow at you. Before you got any courage to say a word she broke away the silence and said:

"We shall continue now, Miss (y/l/n)"
"Yes Ms. Venable."
She stepped to the side of the door and said; "After you."

As you arrived in her office she pulled a chair out for you to sit, and then taken a seat herself.

Her office was all purple so you mentioned;

"Purple is really your thing, huh?"

-"Yes, indeed. Now, you shall summon all your sweet brain cells to remember what we said about when you are allowed to speak, brat."

-"Oh, I'm incredibly sorry Ms. Venable... It won't happen again."

-"Of course it won't, silly. We don't wanna find out what happens if you fuck up a single more time, now do we?"

-"No, Ms. Venable."

-"Good. Now I will need your biography."

-"Here, Ms. Venable."-you said as you extended your hand to give Wilhemina the papers you were carrying in your hand for quite some time now.

-"Very well. I want you out of my office."

-"Okay. Goodbye, Ms. Venable."-you replied before leaving her office.

You felt so humiliated after spending some time with Ms. Venable. You walked to your room and locked the doors behind you. You layed in bed and fresh tears rushed to your eyes. All you wanted was to make a good first impression. I really can't do anything right- you thought to yourself. Your family, friends, everyone you cared about is about to be killed by radioactive bombs. You feel blame. Why do you get to live and they don't? You start to sob, as quiet as you could, but someone was in front of the door.

Ms. Venable who was passing by stopped in front of the door when she heard you crying. You weren't so quiet after all... She stood there for a bit, then knocked, and after a short pause said;

"Dinner is in 20 minutes, be ready."
-"Yes, Ms. Venable, thank you."

Oh god. I hope she didn't hear any of my stupid sobbing. You wiped your tears away and after about 15 minutes you headed to the dining room. Around the table there were strangers sitting. You didn't really like to socialize so you just stayed quiet. In 5 minutes Ms. Venable joined you at the table. Your seat was right next to hers. As dinner, and any other meal of the day, you were given a weird, clear jelly cube...

As you picked up your fork, you felt a hand on your thigh. You looked up at Ms. Venable to see she is already starting at you. Her lips slowly parted and she said quietly;

"Sorrow is the fastest way to go crazy in an outpost, Miss (y/l/n)."

Before you could even say anything, she got up and left, you didn't know where she went but you weren't feeling the best. When you finished your cube you decided to take a cup of water you were given and bring it to your room.

Without even looking in front of you, you bumped into Ms. Venable and spilled water all over her dress.
"I am so sorry Ms. Venable, I didn't mean to-"
-your apologizing was interrupted by a hard slap over your face, as you felt the metallic taste of blood in your mouth.
"Go to your room!" -she screamed so loudly and suddenly that you flinched.
All attention was brought onto you. I just decided to stay silent and go to my room without causing any more trouble.

As you walked to your room you felt tears filling your eyes. You locked yourself in your room, and started bawling, once again.

After about two hours you decided to go to Ms. Venable's room and apologize.