NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse

John and Laura stepped down to the main floor and passed through the lounge. Today, they were going on a supply run, but first, they had to pass through the lounge.

"Damn, the boss sure is lucky."

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A heavy sigh followed the man’s word before someone else spoke up: "Of course, someone like Laura would be looking for someone like the boss."

The people were busy drinking and gambling. The lounge was the entertainment spot for the base, and the survivors were enjoying themselves.

The people in the lounge were all busy drinking and gambling, their voices a steady hum in the background. There was a sense of camaraderie in the air, the kind that could only be found amongst those who have experienced tragedy together. They had lost their homes, their loved ones, and their lives, and in the process, they had gained each other.

"The boss is so cool," a teenage boy said.

"He’s really strong," a teenage girl nodded her head.

"Yeah, he’s awesome!"

"He’s a hero," another voice added.

"A real hero."

"I wish I was as strong as him."

"I want to be just like him."

The voices echoed around the room, filled with admiration and respect.

"Don’t even think about it," Laura snapped, glancing at John.

"Think about what?"

"Don’t play dumb, I mean those teenage girls there."

John scoffed. "Who do you think I am?"

"A man," Laura’s lips pursed.

"Hey, what’s with the attitude?"

Laura shrugged, "It’s the truth. Besides, don’t act like you haven’t been eyeing up some of the other women here."

"I haven’t."

Laura snorted.

"You have no faith in me," John’s tone was filled with hurt and disappointment.

"Yeah yeah. Let’s go," Laura muttered, brushing past him.

"You know, you’re a lot more aggressive than I remember," John remarked, following her out of the room.

Laura glanced over her shoulder. "A lot’s changed, John."

"That’s for sure," John muttered, shaking his head.

John and Laura made their way towards the heart of the city, a part of it that John had already cleared.

"So, where are we going?"

"It’s further down this street," Laura replied as she glanced around, her gaze lingering on the crumbling buildings and shattered windows.

John frowned. "Why this part of the city?"

"I know this place well; I lived here after all. There are plenty of supplies, but you need to know where to look."

"You’re the boss," John shrugged.

The streets were eerily quiet, save for the occasional howl or shriek from a monster. John had already killed all the monsters in the area, and they would not bother anyone for a few hours.

"This place used to be a residential area," Laura began. "There are lots of houses, apartments, and condos."

John glanced around, and he could only see destruction.

"This place sure had it worse than most of the city. What makes you think there will be supplies around here?"

"I know of many paranoid actors, actresses, and other rich people who were stockpiling for some make-believe apocalypse. Who knew they were right?"

"Well, that’s good news for us. Do you have a list of what you need?"

"Yeah, it’s pretty long, but I think we can handle it. Follow me."

The sound of their footsteps echoed through the empty streets. The air was filled with the stench of rotting corpses and burnt rubber. It was a smell that had become familiar to them.

They had seen many dead bodies, some half-eaten, others charred—but this was their new reality.

"Here we are."

Laura stopped in front of a tall, modern apartment building. Its facade was crumbling and its windows were shattered, but it seemed mostly intact.

"I lived here," she said, her voice heavy with emotion. "Before..."

She didn’t finish the sentence.

"Let’s go," John said, his voice filled with determination.

They made their way into the building, carefully stepping over debris and avoiding fallen beams.

"What are we looking for?" John asked, keeping his eyes peeled for danger.

John frowned when no answer came. He turned around to see Laura walking towards the bedroom.

"John, can you put all of this in your inventory?"

John’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped inside the bedroom. He scanned the room from left to right. There were a few paintings hanging on the wall, a luxurious bed, a walk-in closet, and a pile of clothes lying discarded in the corner.

He walked over to the pile of clothes and knelt down to inspect them. As he picked up the clothes, a foul stench wafted from them, causing him to grimace.

"I don’t think these are salvageable," he called out.

"John, that’s not what I want," Laura said timidly.

"What is it, then?"

"Everything else... the bed, the TV and everything that’s in the closet."

John clenched his jaw when he heard Laura’s request.

"So, this is what you wanted? What you brought me here for?"

"Yes, it is. Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, there’s nothing wrong. You can do whatever you want with your stuff. But you should have told me what we’re here for."

"Why would I do that? You would’ve just said no."

John shook his head and muttered, "I can’t believe this."

His thoughts flashed back to the memories of the previous day, and he thought about the thing he couldn’t remember the day before.

His eyes widened when he realised it. Before this, he had suspected Laura of having some type of charm Skill—something that made her impossible to resist.

John wasn’t one to forget things that could be used against him, which meant she must have used said Skill on him.

Laura saw him clenching his fists and panic set in. She walked closer and rested her hand on his chest. She could tell he was getting angry and she had to calm him down.

As her hand touched his chest, a faint pink glow emanated from her fingertips, and a wave of calmness washed over him.