NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 210: Another Rescue

John took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around Julia, pulling her into an embrace. He felt the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin, and he felt his heart ache with a strange emotion that he had never experienced before.

"John, is something wrong?"

Julia’s voice was low and concerned, but John remained silent.

His mind was still in turmoil. He was not entirely sure what had happened to Julia, but he could feel her sorrow whenever she spoke to the voice. And she was all alone, she had to shoulder all of it by herself.

He couldn’t help comparing his own struggles with hers. Whilst John situation was also hard, he had eventually found Charles and Robert, but Julia had no one. Even her own husband turned out to be a scumbag.

"Everything’s fine, Julia, don’t worry," he whispered and kissed her forehead.

"But, what about you? What were you dreaming about?"

Julia stared at John with a curious expression, and John smiled wryly.

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"I was dreaming of nothing in particular, just a mixture of everything," he replied and glanced at the window.

"It’s already morning? We should go back."

"Yeah, let’s go."

John stood up and was about to get dressed when Julia’s soft hands wrapped around him.

"John, you look pale. You didn’t sleep well last night."

"I’m fine, Julia. Don’t worry about me."

After changing into fresh clothes, John and Julia made their way back to the base. John stepped into the courtyard while suddenly, he heard his name being called and turned to see Amber sprinting towards him, panic written on her face.

"John! They found Laura and June’s whereabouts!"

"What?"

John was surprised, "Where are they?"

"They are in the old high school east of the base," Amber said.

"Alright, let’s go, now."

The three of them hurried to the eastern border of the base and a large rescue team was already waiting for them.

The one leading the group was a middle-aged man, with a grizzly beard and thick eyebrows, and his arms bulged under the sleeves of his shirt.

"Spencer, what do we know?" John inquired, as he looked at the man.

"From what we could gather, Laura and June were caught by a group of thugs, and they were taken to the old high school, which is an hour drive away, at top speed."

"Alright, let’s move out."

The group quickly got in their vehicles and headed towards the high school. John rode the same car as Amber and they spent the trip catching up on the things they’d missed. Amber’s bruises were almost healed, and her smile was more radiant than before, her mood was obviously getting better and she was no longer withdrawn or quiet.

The drive was fast, and the group arrived at their destination in less than 1 hour.

The high school was a large, three-story building with a red brick exterior and an arched entrance.

"This is it? Do you know where exactly are they?" John asked and looked around the deserted neighbourhood.

"Yes. The hostages are currently in the school auditorium."

"How did you find out about all this?"

"One of our scouts caught them transporting Laura and June. They have been here for less than a day," Spencer answered.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get in there," Amber urged, a hint of impatience in her voice.

"We need a plan first. We can’t just charge in there and expect to survive. These people are dangerous, especially with hostages," John warned.

The others nodded and they began to discuss their strategy.

"Spencer will lead the team while I sneak inside and make sure Laura and June are safe. The rest of you spread out and cover the rear," John commanded.

The group proceeded cautiously towards the entrance, weapons at the ready. The moment they stepped inside the school, the smell of stale air and dust assaulted their nostrils.

There were two guards stationed on the emergency exit staircase, which was blocked by a metal gate.

"I’ll take care of these two and go straight towards the auditorium. You guys take out as many of them as you can," John ordered.

"Understood," Spencer nodded and the group split up into smaller teams.

"Stop right there! Hands where we can see them!"

One of the guards raised his assault rifle and aimed it at John.

John raised his arms with a smirk, "Woah, chill dude, I’m not a threat."

"We’ll determine that!"

The guard growled, his finger hovering near the trigger.

John sighed and activated his appraisal Skill.

[Name: Ben Thompson]

[Class: Soldier]

[Strength: 28.2]

[Vitality: 27.1]

[Agility: 18]

[Energy: 12.1]

John smirked and enveloped himself in a Haze Veil, disappearing from the man’s sight. He reached out his arm and stabbed the man’s throat, and he could feel the life leaving him.

"What the hell? Where did he go?!" the other guard panicked and looked around in confusion.

John lunged towards him and cut his throat, killing the second guard, and then, the veil dissolved and John reappeared.

"Quick, go in and raise hell!" John ordered and made his way towards the auditorium, his footsteps silent.

He hurried through the empty hallways, his footsteps echoing in the stillness. The walls and floors were covered with graffiti and garbage, and there were no signs of life.

The air was stale and musty, and it was clear that no one had been here for some time.

John followed the sound of voices towards the auditorium and came upon a group of men gathered in front of the closed double doors.

They were talking and laughing loudly, but John didn’t waste a single second and activated Shadow Claw.

"ARGHHHHH!" the first one screamed in agony as the invisible claws tore through his flesh, and then, his body collapsed to the ground, motionless.

"What the fuck?"

"Someone is here!"

"Who’s there?!"

The voices rang in panic as John continued to take them down one by one, his attacks silent and deadly.

John stood in front of double doors once he had finished them all and knew he couldn’t go in unnoticed so he had only one option left.

He raised his open hand in front of the doors and muttered, "Shockwave."