The Apocalypse

36

The following days were a blend of routine and subtle tension. Maeve ventured outside the electric fence regularly to work with the herd. Her presence had a profound effect on the walkers; they obeyed her every command without hesitation. Her voice was always polite and filled with gratitude. "Thank you," she'd say after every task, and the walkers seemed to respond not just to her commands but to the kindness in her tone.
Remarkably, some of the walkers began to show faint signs of their former humanity. Small words and gestures surfaced as if Maeve's influence was pulling them back from the brink. A nod here, a muttered word there—it was enough to make Maurits and the rest of the group hopeful, yet cautious.
While Maeve was outside, the rest of the group decided to leave the shadowy observer alone for the time being. They surmised it was likely Catherine, sent to gather information or perhaps to set the stage for a larger attack. Knowing they would soon return to the village, they planned to deal with Catherine there, making a public example of her betrayal.
"We'll take her down in front of everyone," Maurits declared, his eyes hard with determination. "It'll send a clear message: we won't tolerate spies or threats."
Dylan nodded in agreement. "But we need to be smart about this. Catherine's dangerous, and she might not be alone, she probably already send out a messages to professor or politicians who brought this sickness in the world."
Unbeknownst to the group, Maeve had her own plans brewing. For the first time in her life, she felt a burning need for revenge. Catherine had been one of her tormentors, a 'bad person' disguised as a caregiver. Maeve knew that no one deserved to be used as a test subject, but the thought of Catherine escaping unscathed felt deeply unjust.
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The group made their way back to the village, the air thick with anticipation. Maeve's steps were purposeful, her mind set on the confrontation that lay ahead. Maurits walked beside her, his hand lightly resting on her back in a gesture of support and reassurance. Dylan, Sophie, and Derek followed closely, each ready for whatever might come next.
As they approached the village gate, Maeve's eyes scanned the area, searching for the familiar face that haunted her memories. The villagers had gathered, sensing the tension and awaiting the group's return. Among them, standing near the wall, was Catherine.
Their eyes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Maeve saw the fear flash across Catherine's face, followed by a nervous swallow. It was in that instant Maeve felt a cold certainty wash over her. Catherine was the reason her brother had died. The realization was like a punch to the gut, but it also steeled her resolve.
"Darling just look forward." Maurits told her his hand on her back as he walked her to their home. The herd had followed them, lingering in the shadows of the forest. Maeve, with her newfound connection to them, had instructed them to stay hidden. She knew they were there, waiting, loyal to her commands.
As they approached the village, Maeve grabbed Maurits's hand, seeking comfort and strength. Maurits felt a surge of pride and protectiveness. After all they had been through, Maeve still needed him. She had grown immensely, but he knew that without his support, she could easily regress to the fragile state they had found her in.
His eyes scanned the crowd and landed on the two new arrivals, Emma and Rody. Their gaze was fixed on Maeve, a predatory look in their eyes. Maeve, lost in her thoughts, didn't notice their intense scrutiny. Maurits's grip on her hand tightened, a wave of possessiveness washing over him. He would protect her at all costs.
Gently but firmly, he guided her into the house. "Stay inside, darling," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She nodded, trusting him implicitly.
Once Maeve was safely inside, Maurits turned to Johnny, who was watching the interaction closely. Maurits gave him a meaningful look, and Johnny nodded, understanding that they needed to have a private conversation.
Maurits and Johnny moved to a secluded corner of the yard, out of earshot of the others. "What do you think of them?" Maurits asked, his voice low and urgent.
Johnny glanced back at the newcomers before replying. "There's something off about them. They're too interested in Maeve. I don't like it."
Maurits nodded, his jaw clenched. "They've been staring at her since we arrived. I don't trust them. They could be spies, or worse."
Johnny's expression darkened. "We need to keep an eye on them. Make sure they don't get too close to her."
"I want them dead, I don't give a fuck if there is any indications. They are hanged tomorrow morning with Catherine." We hang them from the walls!" Maurits told Johnny without another word he slammed the door closed and began to seek Maeve.
He found her under the shower. He smirked looking at her body covered in water. Running down her curves.
she was all his and he began to grow hard just by the fogged up glass. He didn't see every detail of her body, but it didn't matter. He knew her body like the back of his hand. She was perfectly his.
He undressed quickly and opened the shower slowly. His hand going around her waist. She smiled softly and looked to the side to him.
"Hello." She whispered before she gasped feeling his erected dick between her legs.
"Hello beautiful girl." He muttered kissing her legs before forcefully pushing her against the cold tiles.
"Let's play a little game." He muttered against her ear.
"If you don't make a sound while I pleasure you, you will receive a gift."
She moaned as he pushed his fingers in her entrance.
"Nu-uh. No sound darling."
"No sound." She repeated nodding. "Okay, Maurits."
A smirk appeared on his face before he pushed her around and pushing his dick inside of her. Her nails digging into his back as she bit on her lips. Trying to keep herself quiet.
"Good girl." He praised his hand wrapping around her neck before picking her up. Slamming inside of her with such force she grabbed his hand around her neck.
"Fuck I love you so much." He groaned grabbing her making her arch her back. Her mouth fell open as water streamed down their naked bodies making the entire ordeal even more erotic.