The world ended with a bang, all fire and bombs and chaos, but my parents made it into the vault before it closed. I would be the first child born in the vault, as was what was expected. The vault was small in comparison to the other ones they'd seen in the brochures, with only 10 people to occupy it, my parents, and 8 other women ages 18-30. Daddy was expected to repopulate using these women, but not wanting to start off on a bad note, was told it would be best if my mom, his wife, got to have the first.
So, after I was born, he started one by one populating the vault. I was fine with that, it meant I got to grow up with lots of other kids my age, a big family. When I turned 18 all of the original members had produced several children, my mom had 5 others after me. Still, I was always Daddy's favorite even though he took no part in raising me. He was busy running the vault and populating it. My turn came on my 18th birthday, I hadn't realized I'd be expected to continue my mother's footsteps in bearing my Daddy's children.
The door slid open, and he stepped inside my room, I looked up and smiled from my bed. He closed it behind him. He was considered overseer, and was the only one who could lock a door, and he used that power now.
"Happy birthday, baby." He cupped my face, turning it up to him. I smiled.
"Thank you, daddy." I smiled, nuzzling into his hand.