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Prologue.
6 Years Later
Six years ago today; November 11th, 2015, the end of the world was announced and we had 34 days to prepare for the inevitable. 34 days later and everyone who was able to manage to make it to the bunker has been here since December 15th, 2015.
My name is Ariel Conroy, today is my birthday. I share it with my twin brother, Jamie, but he is long gone now. I was 30 when the announcement was made, I’m 36 now and it feels like I’ve been living in a time loop since I got here. To give you a little run down on my situation, during the last day before the world went to total shit, I ambushed my twin and took his clothes so I could get into the bunker, leaving him to die within whatever hazards awaited him… But in doing so I had to pretend to be him and I’ve been doing this for six years. Six years pretending to be somebody else, could you imagine that? Six years pretending to be someone you loathe with your entire being. Well, that’s the situation I’ve gotten myself into now and there’s not much I can do about it.
As far as I’m aware, nobody knows who I really am. Though I’m still keeping an eagle eye on the other survivors. Who are these survivors you may ask? Well, let’s start from the top. There is Layla, also known as Hawkwind, she’s my wife… Well, technically she is Jamie’s wife, but she was mine first, it’s a long story so just run with it, okay? And then of course there’s Frankie, Jamie and Layla’s daughter, she’s 12 now and still a total smartass. Next we have Dave, Jamie’s good-for-nothing friend and his quote unquote “wife” Paula, Jamie’s adoptive mother… Yes, it’s all very confusing but don’t worry, it gets worse. There’s Rhonda, my aunt and her brother Scotty and his husband, Arnold. Oh, can’t forget Rhonda’s shitty son, Spike… He’s my cousin, honestly what did I do to have such a lame family? Anyway, then there’s Celine, she’s my step-mother. She married my father, Jude. That means Jamie has had THREE mothers in his lifetime, whilst I was stuck with the one who was a nutter… Getting back on track, Celine had a son who was born within this bunker, she named him Jude after her husband, isn’t that sweet? There is also Leanne, she befriended Rhonda during the final days. Once a white supremacist, but not anymore it seems. And finally we have Sutton, my pathetic grandmother and her stupid pet monkey. There’s also someone in a crate but even after all these six years, I still have no idea who is in there -- and I don’t care to know either. There’s also a doctor here but he’s become fairly irrelevant in the past few years.
Yep, this is my situation. Surrounded by family. You’d think that would be a good thing, but the problem is all these fuckers hate me, you see I kind of fucked with their lives during those 34 days, so if I were to ever blow my cover I’d be dead on the spot for sure… But they’re driving me crazy… And if I have to put up with their bullshit any longer…
...I’m afraid I might snap ...