NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 217: Laura Rizalde

John’s sneakers skidded across the slick pavement, narrowly avoiding a pile of rubble and a human body sprawled out in the street. He leapt over the hood of a burned-out car, its metal twisted and melted from some fiery explosion.

The city was unrecognizable; buildings collapsed into piles of debris, and thick smoke rising from every corner. As he ran, John couldn’t help but feel the city had become a proper post-apocalyptic wasteland, the once bustling city now godless.

John felt a strong, sudden force shoot through his body, sending him flying while using his Shockwave skill. He flew far above the crumbling buildings, his eyes focused on the sun behind dark storm clouds.

In sharp contrast to the bustling metropolis it had once been, the city below appeared to be a kingdom in ruins. John felt the energy rushing through him as he floated in midair, like a shockwave throbbing with raw force. His limbs tingled with electricity and his heart raced with adrenaline. He took in the ominous scene before him, bracing himself for he had to do next.

The sudden and brutal strength was enough to make him wince, the aftershock still resonating through his body. He drew a sharp intake of breath, his lungs burning, and his muscles ached as his body recovered.

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He landed on the roof of an office building, the impact sending cracks running through the concrete and shattering the glass windows. As he steadied himself, he strode across the rooftop towards the edge of the building, gazing at the ruins below.

John stood tall, his broad shoulders squared and his chin lifted high. His face was set in a determined expression while he gazed over the city and towards the writhing mass of creatures in the distance. With each step he took closer, their frenzied movements became more erratic.

They lurked below, their bodies tangled and twisting into a roiling mass of limbs and fangs. They seethed and snarled, a writhing, wriggling throng of flesh.

John knew what was ahead of him; he could already see it—the monsters creeping forward, ready to unleash their fury. As he looked down, he could see them, their glowing red eyes piercing through the foggy streets.

"I should start here," he muttered to himself, heaving a deep sigh.

John’s base was ever-growing, and now, with the addition of the Nevilians, they needed not only materials from monsters to expand the base, but the survivors needed more clothes, food, and medicine.

There were several survivors in John’s base, including children and elderly, and John had made sure they were safe. He was not only the base’s leader, he was also the strongest among them, and he knew the importance of keeping his people safe.

The place he was overwatching was the heart of the city. Clothing stores, pharmacies, hardware shops, and convenience stores were scattered everywhere. It was the perfect location for scavenging, but with the horde of monsters prowling around, it was also a dangerous place.

Many 3-star monsters were wandering around the streets, and if John failed to eliminate them, they would attack the survivors. As far as John knew, he was the only one capable of dealing with the 3-star monsters, and he needed the scavenging teams and scouts to be able to wander freely.

There was no other choice; he had to clear the central zone by himself.

The horde of monstrous creatures surged forward, a writhing mass of red eyes and gnashing teeth. John’s heart pounded in his chest as he braced himself for the impending battle. With every muscle in his body coiled tightly, he lifted his hands, palms sizzling with raw power, and unleashed a devastating Shockwave that tore through the air like a tornado, ripping limbs from bodies and painting the ground crimson with blood. The monsters screeched in agony, but John showed no mercy as he continued to unleash his Skills.

But they were relentless. They kept coming, their bodies twisting and contorting as they tried to reach him.

John gritted his teeth, his body shaking with the effort of holding them back. He couldn’t keep this up forever. He needed to end this now.

John closed his eyes, focusing all his energy into one powerful blast. He felt the energy building inside him, growing stronger and stronger until it was almost unbearable. And then he released it.

With a deafening roar, a shockwave exploded from him, rippling through the air and tearing through the monsters like paper. They screeched and writhed, their bodies torn apart by the sheer force of the blast.

John watched as the monsters were blown to pieces, their mangled bodies littering the street. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he knew this was only the beginning.

The system’s notifications chimed like a future bass track, his strength growing as he continued to steal power from the unfortunate beasts that dared to challenge him. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as his power surged through him.

The dusk light engulfed the city like a shimmering gold cloak, creating a lovely, cosy glow that spread across the streets. Layers upon layers of golden clouds stretched unendingly in all directions across the sky. The smell of freshly cut grass and spring flowers mixed with a faint tinge of ash and smoke in the air. Upon closer look, the image revealed a hint of death, devastation, and blood, despite its first attractive appearance. Despite the beauty that surrounded her, there was an underlying sense of danger lingering in the air.

After hours of carnage, John sat alone in the centre of the desolate city, a pool of monster blood surrounding him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, relishing the feeling of being completely in control.

"It’s good to be the boss," John smirked and chuckled.

John made his way back to base, basking in the sunset glow.

As he entered the newly constructed cafeteria, a hush fell over the room and whispers began to circulate. The pristine floors shone under the glare of fluorescent lights, giving the space an almost clinical feel. The smell of fresh paint and new furniture filled his nostrils as he made his way towards a table. Men and women turned their heads to watch him, their hushed conversations pausing as they took in his arrival, but there was something more interesting going on.

"Is that Laura Rizalde?

"Damn, what I wouldn’t do to get in between those cheeks."

"Laura, come sit here, baby."

"Laura, I can make you feel so good."

"Damn, look at those big titties."

Laura was enjoying the attention, smiling coyly as she strutted down the halls. She loved the way men drooled over her, especially when she dressed up. Her body was like a magnet, attracting everyone’s gaze, and her breasts bounced with every step, threatening to spill out of her low-cut dress.

She had always been popular with men, but now, as a former star in the apocalypse, the attention was amplified. The men seemed to go crazy for her, and she couldn’t help but love it.

John’s eyes followed her every step as she sashayed past him, hips swaying in a seductive cadence.

She looked up at him and motioned for him to come sit at the little round table in the cafeteria’s corner.