The Apocalypse

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Five years ago, the zombie apocalypse began, thrusting Maurits into a world of desolation and chaos. For two long and arduous years, he fought a solitary battle against the relentless hordes, mercilessly dispatching hundreds of Walkers. But eventually, he found solace among the survivors.
Among them, Maurits forged an unbreakable bond with his best friend, Johnny Steward, who emerged as the leader of their ragtag group. Johnny possessed a unique ability to bring people together and establish a sense of order in the midst of anarchy. In this post-apocalyptic world, the dangerous and formidable thrived, for only the strong and resolute could survive.
They established a fortified town nestled close to the mountains, ensuring strategic advantages and natural barriers against the encroaching undead. With the aid of solar panels, they harnessed electricity, electrifying the perimeter fence that encircled their sanctuary. This formidable defense mechanism claimed the lives of any unfortunate soul who dared to touch it, instantly repelling and neutralizing them. To safeguard their haven, twenty-four seven guards vigilantly patrolled the towering walls, standing as eternal sentinels over SurvivorTown.
Johnny couldn't hold the town together without Maurits though. Maurits took the crucial role of leading the scouts, venturing into the treacherous world beyond the safety of their settlement. Armed with determination and resourcefulness, he scoured abandoned properties in search of vital supplies, ranging from sustenance to essential furniture. Every expedition held the promise of survival and the prospect of securing a better future for their community.
Despite his unwavering commitment to the group's well-being, Maurits remained an enigmatic figure. He seldom spoke, his silence serving as a testament to the horrors he had witnessed and the sacrifices he had made. While the survivors celebrated their small victories, Maurits stood apart, choosing not to partake in revelries or joyous gatherings. His somber demeanor was a stark contrast to Johnny, who found solace in laughter and the pleasures of life, unburdened by the weight of the past. Johnny fucked and laughed at everything in his life.
The group leaded by scouts consisted of Sophie, Derek and Dylan.
The four of them cautiously made their way through the desolate streets, their senses heightened, and their weapons at the ready, ensuring that no lurking Walkers threatened their progress. As they ventured into an unfamiliar small town, an eerie silence engulfed the air, as if the undead had never set foot in this particular area. Their collective footsteps echoed, seemingly the only sound disturbing the quietude.
Their path led them towards a grand mansion that loomed ahead, its imposing presence commanding attention. Its architectural elegance stood in stark contrast to the surrounding desolation, hinting at the opulence that once graced its halls. Sophie, her gun firmly gripped in her hands, approached with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, her eyes scanning for any potential dangers that may lie hidden within.
"What kind of rich snobs used to live here?" Sophie scoffed walking closer her gun in her hands ready to shoot any possible danger.
"I think they still do!" The sudden revelation from Derek drew their attention to the mansion's uppermost window. With a pointed finger, he signaled towards the spot where a light had flickered off, revealing a glimpse of movement. Tension rippled through the group as they exchanged glances, their instincts on high alert. It appeared that someone, or something, still inhabited this extravagant residence.
Their gaze fixated on the figure that appeared in the window—a person with flowing blond hair, casually passing by the glass pane.
Suddenly, noises erupted from every corner of the town, and the once-quiet streets were filled with an eerie cacophony. As if drawn by an invisible force, a herd of walkers slowly emerged, converging from different directions. The sight sent a shiver down Derek's spine, and he couldn't help but voice his astonishment, "Where did they come from?!"
Maurits swiftly scanned their surroundings, his eyes darting from one walker to another. It was true that walkers could be unpredictable, but what puzzled him the most was their presence in this abandoned town. Just a few blocks away, there was a bustling town teeming with human activity. Why would they choose to linger here?
"Quick! We need to make it to the mansion. It's our only hope," Maurits urgently commanded, his voice laced with determination. Sensing the imminent danger, the four companions wasted no time and sprinted through the desolate streets, their hearts pounding in their chests. The relentless horde of zombies slowly closed in on their heels, their relentless pursuit growing ever closer.
In the heat of the desperate escape, Dylan, fueled by adrenaline, careened forward, only to collide headfirst into an electrified fence. The impact sent him sprawling backward, his consciousness fading into darkness. Derek, bewildered by the unexpected event, blurted out, "How is that still working?!"
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Maeve's senses heightened as the alarms reverberated around her, piercing through the eerie silence that had engulfed her existence for far too long. The urgency in the air suggested an imminent threat, and her heart pounded against her chest with a mix of fear and anticipation. Could it truly be her long-lost brother arriving at the gate? The mere thought sent a surge of hope coursing through her veins, intertwining with the skepticism that had taken root over the years.
Seven long and arduous years had passed since Maeve last laid eyes on her brother. The memories of their separation were etched deeply within her, like a haunting refrain that played relentlessly in the corridors of her mind. It was on her sixteenth birthday when her parents, burdened by their own fears and uncertainties, had made the fateful decision to abandon her in this desolate place,
She opened the door while she held onto a gun. She scanned the area and saw four people trying to get threw the fence while a herd was closing in. She gasped before opening the gate as quick as she could from a far. She closed the gate just as quick as they entered the property.
Maeve's heart was racing as she watched the strangers approach. She couldn't help but wonder who they were and what they wanted. The world had become a dangerous place, and it was essential to be careful about whom she let in.
As they came closer, Maeve could see that they were heavily armed and looked desperate. They were probably survivors like herself, but she couldn't be sure. She had to make a split-second decision, and her gut feeling told her to be cautious. She had always been to kind to anyone, but she hadn't seen any living people in four years.
"Lower your guns." Maurits told them quickly. "If we want to take her down we can always do that, but right now we need a place to stay for the night and make sure facking Derek wakes up."
"We are not here to hurt you!" Dylan said holding up his hands.
"We are just passing through and a friend passed out by your fence, we hope." Dylan said
Maeve looked at her sceptisch clear in her eyes. She swallowed before turning around getting in the house letting the door open.
They took this as a sign to get in. The herd walked against the fence making them shake form the electrics shock.

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For people that haven't read the A/N
!WARNING!
If you don't like it, don't read it. It's as simple as that. So, please refrain from making negative comments about me or my character. The main character may exhibit signs of toxic behavior, and some readers might perceive it as a form of dark romance. If this genre doesn't appeal to you, kindly avoid reading it. Remember, it's purely fictional.