The tall blond boy opened the door to the room where we would be living together for the next nine months or so, until a baby popped out of me. I felt like an animal, one that was only allowed to live because it would breed.

"So I'm Niall," the strong accent of the boy shook me out of my daze and I looked up to meet his smile. He always seemed to smile.

"I'm Dara," I held out my hand for him to shake but instead he wrapped his arms around me for a hug. It felt awkward, but there was something inside of me that appreciated the action. It was reassuring, it made me feel like things would be alright.

When silence filled the room I began to walk around the medium- sized space. In the centre of the room was a king sized bed and beside it were two bedside tables. There were two chest of drawers, one for each of us, and in each one lay some clothes that had been folded. It made the hairs on my neck stand up as I thought about how expertly someone had planned it all, how someone had thought about every detail of our new life. But then again, they had been planning for a new humanity- and that humanity needed clothes!

I heard the bed creak slightly and I turned around to see Niall laying down on the soft covers, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"At least its better being in here and safe, than living like we all did before," he mumbled when he noticed my eyes fixed on him.

Memories flashed before me, the thoughts of the world slowly crumbling to a wasteland. Fires burnt through entire cities, taking millions of lives. Disease killed the strongest of souls and feral animals tore apart anyone that was left. The insane roamed the streets, terrorising the children. I remembered holding my sister tightly to my chest, telling her it would all be ok. I had lied to her.

"How exactly was your life hard Mr I Live In A Mansion," I said sarcastically, not knowing what he could have possibly endured. He was rich, he was safe in his big fancy house with security guards lining the perimeter.

"I watched my family die, just like you did. My 'mansion' ,as you called it, was destroyed like everyone else's. Money didn't help you when all the shops were burnt to ash, fame didn't help you when animals tried to bite your leg off," he looked at me with cold eyes, I felt bad but not enough to make me apologize.

"Right," I said, wondering how I could possibly get rid of the tension that had built in the room. Thankfully someone knocked at the door and I almost ran to get it. It was Zara, the dark haired American who was supposed to create social norms. I assumed she was supposed to remove all the negative things that had divided the world- racism, homophobia, sexism etc.

Niall sighed as he stood up from the bed and walked out the door before Zara could even speak in her heavily accented voice. She watched him as he walked past with wide eyes, and turned back to me with a hazy look on her face.

"You're so lucky," she said in almost a whisper and all I could do was nod, knowing that my mouth couldn't create a proper sentence; it was like the tension in the room had dissolved my ability to do anything.

"Azul has called a meeting in the games room, something about schedules. You have to come asap before she shouts at you," I followed the girl who began talking about how 'crazy' the situation was; I wasn't listening, instead I felt a familiar churning in my stomach. I knew I was wrong for assuming that Niall hadn't been subjected to the horrors of the outside world, I knew I should have apologized rather than leaving the awkwardness to hang in the air over us like a raincloud.

When we reached the games room I saw that I was the last person to arrive, and I received a few dirty looks but mostly smiles. I noticed that everyone was sat with their partners and slowly my eyes travelled to where Niall was sat, right next to him was an empty chair. Gulping I walked over to the chair, I kept my eyes on the ground and didn't make any kind of contact with him.

When I sat down on the chair next to him, I heard him sigh loudly. A few people looked at us with confused faces but I chose to ignore them, turning my concentration to who was standing before us all with some pieces of paper in her hands.

"I've assigned myself as Project Leader," she said loudly, and I had a very strong urge to roll my eyes.

"What project are you leading?" Someone shouted from the back of the room which caused some snickers to arouse from the group.

"Project Mankind," she replied curtly before continuing on with her speech but I zoned out.

All I could hear was the word 'mankind'. All I could feel was the pressure that was being loaded onto my shoulders.

Sorry this is short and chapters will get longer- I promise! So Niall and Dara had an argument? Can we even call it an argument? And who is this Azul thinking she's the boss and all that?

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Oh and to clear anything up: this fanfic is set in an alternate world where everything has gone to shit basically- its become a wasteland. However in this alternate world, One Direction are still a famous band and all the singers we know today exist.

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