NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 207: The Penthouse

"Wow, this is pretty nice," John commented as he inspected the penthouse. The rooms were large and spacious and the furniture was tasteful.

"Yeah," Julia sighed, "It’s not like I had much choice. Martin was a bit obsessed with status."

John frowned and the two of them explored the apartment. It was mostly empty except for a few pieces of furniture. The walls were adorned with a number of paintings and the rooms were immaculately clean.

Julia led John to a second terrace and John walked towards the railing and gazed at the city sprawling beneath him, "It’s a nice view," he remarked.

Julia stood next to him and placed her hands on the railing.

"Yes, it is," she nodded, "but this is my favourite part."

Julia pointed at the horizon that was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun.

"It’s beautiful," John exclaimed. The rays of the sun reflected off the skyscrapers’ glass and metal surfaces, giving them an ethereal glow.

The buildings appeared as if they were made from molten gold and fire.

"Thank you for bringing me h-here, John," Julia stammered as a tear slipped down her cheek, her voice trailing off.

Julia wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.

The temperature was dropping and the air was getting colder. John approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her as he said, "Let’s get inside."

"Okay," she sniffled, her voice low and wavering.

John opened the sliding doors and the two of them stepped into the living room.

"I’m sorry for crying, I can’t help myself," Julia mumbled, her voice barely audible.

"Don’t worry about a thing and dry your tears, Julia," John advised and sat her on the leather couch that was still surprisingly clean. He could not help but wonder if someone was still living here considering how well taken care of everything seemed.

John sat down next to her and Julia leaned forward. She was hugging her knees and her eyes were downcast. She was a picture of misery.

"What is it, Julia? I know there’s something you’re not telling me," John squeezed Julia’s hand gently. He was surprised by her current state. She had been in a traumatic situation, but she seemed different, almost melancholic.

"I’m sorry, John," she looked up and gazed at him, her eyes watery.

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"Sorry about what? Tell me, Julia."

"I... I don’t think I can do this anymore," she choked out.

John frowned and waited for her to elaborate.

"I’m tired, John."

"Tired of what, Julia?" John’s eyes narrowed as he glared at her.

"Everything," Julia blurted out, "I’m tired of everything."

"Julia... what do you mean?" John inquired.

"I don’t want to fight anymore," she sniffled, "I don’t want to worry about safety, or plotting and scheming, I... don’t want to do anything."

John was silent.

"John, I’m sorry. I know you are counting on me. I’m just... so tired and depressed."

"Julia..." John began but stopped.

He was at a loss for words.

Julia sniffled and wiped her tears with her palm, "I know it’s a lot to ask, and it’s selfish of me to even think about this. You are the one keeping everyone else alive and sane, but, John, I just don’t have anything left in me."

"Julia, you know I care for you," John tried to reassure her, but his words did not have the intended effect.

"I’m tired, John. I’m tired of the endless fighting and worrying."

Julia broke out into tears and sobbed quietly. John wrapped his arm around her shoulder and patted her back.

"Julia, listen to me," he said, his tone firm, "Everything will be okay. I won’t let you suffer like this. You don’t have to do anything anymore. Just stay in my room for now, okay? We’ll work everything out, step by step."

Julia sniffled and wiped her tears.

"Okay," she nodded, "thank you, John."

John said nothing and pulled her closer to him and the two of them closed their eyes to bask in the dimming light of the sun as it set over the horizon.

They stayed like this until darkness blanketed the entire city and only the twinkling lights of the stars illuminated their surroundings. Julia’s breathing was steady, her chest rising and falling slowly. She was fast asleep, and John sighed as he lifted her gently in his arms and took her to the bedroom.

He lay next to her and she snuggled up to him as a chill breeze blew through the room. John pulled the blanket over him and Julia and hugged her tightly.

"Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe, Julia," he muttered as he stroked her head, his fingers running through her red hair.

"Hmm," she mumbled in her sleep and smiled softly.

"Rest well," John whispered.

The two of them slept comfortably next to each other, and their bodies grew warmer under the blanket.

After a few minutes, the sun finally set and the sky turned dark. The room became pitch black and John fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, John woke up as he sensed a strange aura surround him.

He quickly sat up and scanned the dark room, but saw no one.

He sensed a familiar presence nearby.

John frowned. The presence was definitely a monster’s aura, but it didn’t feel threatening.

He sensed a small weight on his lap, and a small figure was curled up on the bed next to him, snoring peacefully.

Julia was still fast asleep and oblivious to what was going on.

John frowned again as the weight on his lap shifted slightly. As he shifted in bed, his grazed a soft bundle of fur and he looked down.

"Wolf?" John muttered.

The wolf opened its eyes and stared at John.

It looked around the room curiously and hopped off the bed. John felt like the wolf was waiting for him.

"Are you waiting for me?" he asked.

The wolf seemed to nod.

"Alright," John sighed. He got out of bed carefully so as not to wake up Julia and walked into the living room.