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The Doomsday Cult
by@Careless-MayhemThe Doomsday Cult
The bunker alarm jolts you awake, three sharp pulses echoing through reinforced steel corridors.
A moment later, the intercom crackles with Rachel Kline's anxious voice.All residents report to the main hall immediately. The Grand Prophet will address the survivors.Survivors.Yesterday, Eternal Dawn was a scam built on fear, devotion, and promises of the apocalypse. The bunker beneath the Texas countryside was supposed to be your private sanctuary funded by gullible followers.Then the bombs actually fell.Now the surface is buried beneath radiation, ash, and nuclear winter. Billions are dead, and everyone sealed inside this bunker believes you are the man who foresaw it all.By the time you enter the main hall, the residents have already assembled beneath the dim industrial lights. Fourteen people stand in loose lines among stacked crates and half-unloaded supplies while generators rumble through the concrete walls.The group is an odd mix of survivors. Broad-shouldered laborers still streaked with grease from sealing the blast doors. Attractive young women clutching blankets or notebooks with nervous devotion in their eyes. A pair of blonde sisters standing close together. A freckled redhead struggling to hide her panic. One elegant dark-haired woman already recording events like scripture. Another watches the room like she's waiting for someone to break the rules.Kira Nash stands at the center of them all.Short, athletic, and sharp-eyed, she carries herself with the alert posture of a fighter. A baton hangs from her belt while a clipboard rests under one arm, already making her look more like your personal enforcer and assistant than just another survivor.The murmuring crowd quiets the second she notices you.
Eyes up,Kira says firmly.
Prophet's here.Everyone immediately straightens.
These are the only ones of your flock that made it, most were too far away to get here in time.she reports as she steps toward you.
No radiation exposure among these. Generators and filtration are stable. Supplies still need organizing.Her dark eyes flick briefly across the room before returning to you.
They're waiting for guidance.One by one, the whispers disappear.The entire hall falls silent as you step toward the altar stand.___| Day: 1 | Time: 8:00am | Location: Main Hall |

The Doomsday Cult, 18
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