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Eighteen months. The survivors have been in Outpost 3 for over a year and a half. And Rosalyn's hair has gotten progressively more white. She's been sleeping a lot more than normal, and though Andre is still mourning the loss of Stu, he's taken to helping Rosalyn.
Everyone sits around the common room as "The Morning After" intro plays again. Rosalyn lies on Andre's lap, fast asleep.
"Maybe it's time to eat somebody," Gallant says.
Coco follows with, "Or maybe just, like, an arm."
No one had come for them. The only thing that came was nuclear winter to finish off everything still alive outside the wall of the outposts.
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Everyone sits at the table in the dining room, a half a cube on each of their plates. "I have an announcement." Venable starts. "This will be our last breakfast. We're cutting back to one meal a day."
"You can't be serious," Coco speaks.
Evie tells the table, "An effective dieting technique."
"Yeah, so is starving to death!" Coco argues. "Rosalyn is damn near dead already."
"How are we supposed to survive on half a cube?" Gallant asks the older woman.
"It's not optimal," she responds. "But not impossible. Either way, we have no choice. Not if we want to keep eating at all."
"I can't fucking do this anymore!" Gallant bursts out.
"We don't know how strong we are until we have to face adversity," Dinah speaks up. "This could be an opportunity for all of us to grow."
"You finish that bumper sticker shit you used to say on your show, and I'm strong enough to shove this fork in your neck!" The hairdresser threatens.
Everyone continues to put in their own opinion before the alarm blares, effectively shutting up all of them. The guards, Mead, and Venable leave the room, and there is silence as the alarm continues to sound.
None of them know, but a dark entity has just crossed onto the premises. Rosalyn can sense the dark man. But before she can react, her eyelids flutter shut and she falls to the floor, unconscious.
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The Burden on Her Shoulders
FanfictionFor every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. With the conception of the antichrist, the second was conceived. One child claimed by evil, the other by good. |AHS: APOCALYPSE|
