Eighteen Months Later
No one came.
Eighteen months later and still no one came.
Every morning you stared at the exit, wishing it'd open but it never did.
Eventually it made you so angry that you began to doubt the cooperatives existence and whether it just blew up with the rest of the world.
Another part of you thought it was just them winding you up.
Either way, it wasn't pleasant.
The false hope cut into everyone's souls and had you all wondering what the point was down here and what it'd be like if you could escape this place.
Maybe it would be alright outside now that the mists would've had time to dissipate.
But, as if on cue, the nuclear winter came, making the temperature drop to negative.
You all watched as the last of the firewood burnt, leaving us with nothing but blankets and the remainder of candles.
Every night, you shivered in your bed, tormented by hunger and longing for a world better than the one you were currently living in.
If it even counted as a world.
At lunch, you find yourself staring at the cube in your plate that had now been sliced in half to preserve the rest of the food source.
"Are you serious Venable?" You hear Malcom exclaim.
"If we want to keep eating at all we must do everything to survive." Ms Venable answers, beginning to dig into her cube.
"We payed £10 million a ticket, I expect better than this." You argue, "What happened to getting luxury treatment, shouldn't we be getting wine at the very least?"
Everyone seemed to nod but Ms Venable just nods.
"Maybe it's time we start eating someone." Andre says, wearily.
You had almost forgotten about Stu.
He probably had too.
"But like, just an arm or something." Coco says, staring at her plate longingly.
For once, you saw Coco's point.
"There's nothing to do.. what, just sitting here and waiting to die?" Emily says, standing up at the table.
"I say we take our chances outside," You hear a Grey suggest.
"That's utter nonsense!" Venable says, "I do not permit you to leave."
"Or what? You going to shoot us?" Malcom says, getting up and laughing maniacally as he runs around the table, "We're going to die anyway, better to ri-"
Suddenly he pauses and freezes like the rest of the room.
A blaring noise fills your ears as the emergency light system starts flashing bright red.
"Perimeter breach!" Ms Mead says, bustling out with a couple of Greys.
You feel your insides somersault.
"You're right, we are going to die anyway." You add staring at the red light above you.
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