The Apocalypse

12

The two strolled hand in hand towards the training grounds, Maeve confidently donning her bow and arrows securely fastened around her body while her hair elegantly cascaded in a ponytail. However, as soon as she put her hair up, Maurits couldn't help but be consumed by a vivid image of her pleasuring his cock with her mouth, causing an immediate rush of desire that left him visibly aroused within seconds.
Maintaining his composure, Maurits gestured towards the designated shooting range for bows and directed Maeve, saying, "You can train over there, my love." A subtle smile graced Maeve's lips as she acknowledged his instruction with a brief nod, exhibiting her readiness for the impending training session.
As Maeve walked gracefully towards the shooting range, Maurits shifted his attention to the group of ten individuals he was responsible for training that day. Instilling a sense of discipline and authority, he commanded, "Today, we shall focus on honing our skills with daggers. To commence, I want each of you to run five laps around the training grounds." Without hesitation, the group promptly set off, following Maurits' orders with unwavering obedience.
After everyone had run five, their eyes all converged on a single location. Maurits's eyebrows furrowed as he followed their collective gaze, landing on his facking woman. With astonishing swiftness, she released arrow after arrow, each finding its mark with pinpoint accuracy. One by one, the targets were struck with precision, leaving none untouched. She persisted until her quiver had been depleted, then gracefully made her way towards them, retrieving the arrows with meticulous care. After examining each tip to ensure its sharpness, she prepared to resume her task.
"Back to work!" he roared in a fit of anger, his voice reverberating through the air. The intensity of his command hung heavily in the atmosphere, as his frustration filled the space around them.
"One more eye on her and you will not have any eyes anymore." He threatened them.
The training session stretched on for hours, as Maurits meticulously explained the intricacies of dagger handling—how to use it effectively, how to throw it with precision, and the proper grip to maintain. With each demonstration and explanation, Maeve's interest waned, leaving her mind increasingly bored and restless. After the seventh round of archery practice, she found herself longing for a change of pace.
"Girl, you're absolutely incredible with that bow of yours!" Sophie complimented, joining Maeve as she gathered the arrows once again.
"Thanks, but my brother was even better," Maeve responded modestly after a short silence.
Curiosity sparked in Maeve's eyes as she inquired, "Can y- you shoot"
Sophie smirked, replying with a hint of mischief, "Not with a bow and arrow. Give me a gun, and I'll show you my true skills."
Sophie's eyes widened with surprise and intrigue. "I'm on wall duty next. Care to join me?"
Maeve's throat tightened as she glanced nervously at Maurits, who was deeply engrossed in addressing the rest of the class. Her voice trembled slightly as she responded, "You can ask him, he might chop off my head if I take you without his knowledge." Though her words held a teasing tone, there was an undeniable truth lurking beneath the surface.
"Alright, I will ask," Maeve said before walking over to Maurits. Maurits had just finished explaining, and the group began to practice. He turned around, looking down at her, and then his eyes shot towards Sophie.
"What does she want?" he immediately asked Maeve. She smiled at him, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before expressing herself. She felt a sudden wave of nervousness as she prepared to ask him a question.
"Take a breath and gather your thoughts," he calmly advised her.
"W-wall," she muttered softly, her anger at her own inability to articulate her thoughts correctly bubbling up.
"Is she assigned to wall duty?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Is she requesting to go with you?" he added to his own words. She looked up at him and nodded.
"Sophie," he called out.
"If anything happens, I will ensure that you burn alive," he threatened Sophie. She visibly swallowed at his words before nodding.
"Nothing will happen, I promise," Sophie replied. "Come on, let's go," she said, motioning her head towards the wall.
Maurits firmly grasped Maeve's wrist, pulling her back against his chest.
"Tonight, you will owe me for letting you go," he whispered darkly into her ear. He placed his lips possessively on her neck before releasing her. Her heart was in her throat as she quickly jogged towards Sophie.
Sophie confidently led the way through the maze of streets, skillfully navigating the unfamiliar paths to reach the front gate. Maeve followed suit, climbing the stairs with a sense of curiosity and anticipation. As they reached the top, they were greeted by Catherine, who wore a friendly smile on her face.
"Hi Sophie!" However, Maeve couldn't help but notice a subtle eye roll directed her way before Catherine gracefully jumped down from the wall.
Perplexed by Catherine's reaction, Maeve furrowed her brows in confusion. She couldn't understand why Catherine would roll her eyes at her. Sensing her friend's confusion, Sophie stepped in to offer an explanation, her voice filled with empathy.
"Don't worry about it, Maeve," Sophie reassured her with a brief smile. "Catherine can be a bit dramatic at times. She's not fond of the fact that you talk to Maurits and me, but not to her."
Maeve's expression softened as she listened to Sophie's words. She hadn't intended to hurt Catherine's feelings; she simply found her overwhelming and intimidating. Despite this, Maeve couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of making Catherine feel unwelcome, even though she had no recollection of ever meeting her before—an experience Catherine seemed to remember.
"I didn't mean to harm her feelings," Maeve responded, her voice tinged with remorse. "She just overwhelms me and makes me feel slightly scared."
Sophie nodded understandingly, her empathy evident in her eyes. "Its okay and understanding" She offered Maeve a reassuring smile before settling down on a nearby chair, providing them with a vantage point overlooking the bustling streets below.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Maeve decided to broach a different subject, one that had been lingering in her mind since they had arrived at the house.
"What do you do on wall duty?" Maeve asked, taking a seat next to Sophie on the wall.
Sophie adjusted her posture, her gaze shifting from the streets to Maeve. She cradled her gun against her chest before lifting it to her eyes, scanning the surroundings with a vigilant focus. After a thorough sweep, she lowered the gun and replied simply, "We shoot any walkers or sound alarms. Our main objective is to ensure that nothing goes in or out without anyone's knowledge."
Maeve absorbed Sophie's explanation, understanding the importance of their duty in safeguarding their community. However, another question weighed heavily on her mind, one that she hesitated to ask due to its sensitive nature.
"May I ask what happened in that house with Mrs. Chumson?" Sophie finally mustered the courage to inquire. A heavy silence fell upon the two girls, stretching on for what felt like an eternity. After a moment, Maeve decided to break the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.
"She just hit me," Maeve responded, her tone icy and dismissive, wanting to deflect the topic. The pain and memories associated with that incident were not something she wished to delve into at the moment.