Salacity~~♠️Michael Langdon♠️

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I wrote these first three parts in one big chapter so I'm splitting that thing into these next three parts so enjoy my fellow Cody Stans.

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Eighteen months. At least that's how long Saoirse was sure they'd been in the underground hell they called Outpost 3. Eighteen months since the apocalypse had graced the presence of their land and wiped out the population minus those who were deemed fit enough to live and those who were wealthy enough to purchase a ticket for survival.

Saoirse Callon was one of those unlucky souls. She was only seventeen years old when she was pulled out of her day job as a style advisor at an American Eagle by a band of feds claiming she was 'genetically fit' when it came to the government choosing who was to survive these missile attacks. Whatever that meant.

In her opinion, she had tainted genes. Unbeknownst to the people around her, Saoirse was far from perfect when it came to analyzing her past or what she could do. The people who took her even deemed her a 'purple'. Those who were like royalty in the bunker. Those who were not were labeled as 'grays'. The grays acted as maids and servants in the godforsaken place. The purples dressed in old timey renaissance-like outfits in all different shades of purple to signify their place in the outpost. Meanwhile the Grays dressed in gray maid uniforms.

"And then the bookcase fell on top of the bully out of nowhere," Ember Rose, a girl who was also a member of Saoirse's old coven spoke in a mischievous tone.

"Just like that? Out of nowhere after this girl pushed you over?" Gallant cocked a brow in Ember's direction.

"Does seem sketchy," Saoirse shrugged her shoulders as she looked to Gallant, "They say karma's a bitch," the girl smiled slightly, flipping her long brunette hair from off her shoulder.

Coco scoffed as she listened to the three exchange conversation after Ember's story, "Wish I could flip a bookcase on whatever bitch wronged me." She intervened.

"Never said I flipped it," Ember shot back at Coco.

"Either way," Saoirse smirked, "That's when Ember's mother sent her to the same finishing school I came to attend a few years later, and that's how we became best friends," her purple renaissance dress clad arm wrapped around the shoulder of Ember, who sat next to her.

Before anyone could utter another word, the voice of Ms. Venable gave the Grays in the room a nod, signifying breakfast was to begin. 

The lids were removed from the serving trays by the grays around them and immediately a groan erupted from the most uptight one at the breakfast table, "Only half a cube?" Coco whined.

Saoirse looked down at the gelatinous vitamin cube she'd choked down since the first day she'd been there, it had indeed slowly lost its size over the past few weeks. She recalled Ms. Venable telling them their food supply was only fit for eighteen months of survival. That was eighteen months ago as well.

"I have an announcement. This will be our last breakfast. We're cutting back to one meal a day and if conditions don't improve you can count on receiving less and less. So, I suggest you enjoy what you've been given," Venable hissed in return to Coco.

"You can't be serious," Coco spat.

"An effective dieting technique," Evie added, making Saoirse giggle.

"Yeah so is starving to death!" Coco looked appalled.

"How are we supposed to survive on half a cube?" Gallant added.

"It's not optimal, but also not impossible. Either way we have no choice. Not if we want to keep eating at all." Venable settled.

"I fucking can't do this anymore!" Gallant snapped.

"We don't know how strong we are," Dinah tried to add to calm things down as she stood, "Until we have to face adversity. This could be an opportunity for us to grow."

"Finish that bumper sticker shit you used to say on your show and I'm strong enough to shove this fork in your neck!" Gallant sprung from his chair, pointing his fork towards Dinah.

"Oh calm down," Saoirse rolled her eyes.

"What is the point of all of this? Starving, killing each other, getting shot? All we're doing is waiting around to find out how we die!" Coco stood as well

"I say we take our chances outside," Mallory, Coco's assistant now turned gray, intervened.

"Woah, woah, let's not do anything drastic here guys..." Saoirse frowned as she looked between the two women.

"She's right! We have to get out of here!" Gallant yelled.

"Nobody's going anywhere," Ms. Mead spoke coldly.

Gallant looked to Mead with hatred in his eyes before picking up his plate and throwing it frisbee style across the room, where it hit a wall and shattered.

"What are you gonna do? Shoot us all? Huh?" Gallant demanded, "What are you gonna do?"

Just as Ms. Venable and her guards had stood from where they sat to punish Gallant for his act, a siren began to blare throughout the bunker.

"There's been a breach," Ms. Venable spoke, the sirens getting louder as they pursued.

Saoirse gave an uneasy look to Ember as she finished her half of a cube in silence. Was this really the signal of the inevitable end?