𝕄𝕤 𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 ? (WV x reader)

This is it : apocalypse

Italics : your thoughts

You were listening to music in a pretty place outside with a lot of trees, silence, peace... It was before the alarm sounded and you got a notification. It explains that Los Angeles will soon be destroyed by a nuclear bomb. What the hell?  

Your phone rings and the name "mom" appears on the screen. You answer.

(y/n): Hey

Mom: Honey where are you? Are you okay?

(y/n): Yeah I guess, for now. I'm at my favorite place, you know...

Mom: Okay don't worry you're going to live, us and your friends won't... but you have an opportunity, there's people coming for you. They said you have the perfect genes to survive so they will take you to a place where you will be safe. Your sister quickly made a backpack with some of your things. Remember that we love you so much...

Liar! you have a bad relationship with your family except for your sister

(y/n): I don't understand what's happening... mom? MOM?! call ended shit !

You grab a cigarette and start to smoke, use your last breath for a last cigarette, ironic isn't it? At least it calms your anxiety which is only growing right now. After a few minutes you hear a car stopping close to you, two men leave the car and grab you a bit roughly to lead you in the huge kind of van. You don't flinch because you know it's for your own good and security.

At the end of an interminable ride you arrive at a kind of building which represents a spiral. After putting on a protective suit and being disinfected, you look around you and notice the big amount of doors and not dark and brightless environment. You hear the rather unpleasant sound of a cane and you see her owner, who is much less unpleasant to the eyes. Gorgeous is the first word that comes to your mind.

"I am Wilhemina Venable, welcome in outpost 3." She said with her deep and stern sounding voice. She has dark red hair pulled back, a beautiful Victorian style dress cinched at her waist, her cane and of course her pretty, cold but pretty face. She looked at you for a moment before taking you to your room while talking about the role of the cooperative . "As purples, you will be furnished with a private suite."

"What's a purple?" you asked "The elite, the worthy, those chosen for survive."

You look at the wardrobe and she continues. "In the outpost everyone knows their place, purples wear purple, greys wear grey."

"And what's a grey?" you asked again "Greys are our worker ants, still a necessary component of any functioning society."

"So you're the leader here I guess." "Yes I represent the cooperative think of me as their face." Oh don't worry I will think of you.

She tells you about the rules: no copulation, Too bad, dress for dinner 6:30 and no tardiness. You always hated rules so you already know you'll break them. She was about to leave but you stopped her. "Ms Venable?" She turns slightly towards you. "Yes miss (y/l/n)?" You hesitate before to ask. "Is everyone dead outside?"

She stops her gaze on you and your heart skips a beat. "Yes they were killed by the bombs." All the people that hurt you, the homophobes and assholes that you met in your path deserved it but then you think... "Sally" (your sister's name) You whisper for yourself but Ms Venable hears it.

"Who is sally?" She asks coldly. "She is... was my sister." You look down as you speak. "Well forget about her." When she notices your sad eyes, her voice softens. "It will only hurt you to think about her and your past life, plan for the future instead, you will need it." After a few seconds of looking at each other, she finally speaks again. "Don't forget dinner." And she leaves right away.

Okay listen I wrote this maybe 4 years ago at a young and innocent age sooo it's definitely a vibe but I won't delete it for you guys <33