Apocalypse Desire: A Forbidden Love Story in a World of Chaos and Survival PROLOGUE If you've read the whole series skip this. *SPOILER ALERT* The world is in an apocalypse, consumed by The Flare, a disease that makes people go insane. WICKED, an organization bent on finding a cure, puts immune teenagers through a series of deadly trials to find out why they are immune, including living in an unsolvable maze, and crossing a wasteland filled with the insane Flare-infested Cranks. Thomas and his friends, including Teresa, his "lover", escape WICKED eventually and start a new civilization with the Immunes. Teresa dies while escaping, so obviously I have added stuff in that doesn't actually happen, including the existence of Edge and Jayne. PART 1 Her long black locks flow over her shoulders as she walks toward me. She permeates anger and confusion. "Who are you? Where's Tom?!" "Calm down Teresa! What are you talking about? I've known you for weeks! Who's Tom?" Teresa sits down, obviously frustrated. "Teresa. What's happening?" I ask quietly. "It's WICKED." I can see the tears forming in her eyes. "I thought I got my memory back, but...." "But what, Teresa?" "They added fake ones in instead. This whole time I thought Thomas actually existed... but it was all a trick! I loved him! But it was all a sick joke from WICKED." Tears stream down her cheeks now. "I was in the Trials with you for weeks! You don't remember any of that?" "I thought... I thought that was Tom." "Does the name Edge ring a bell?" "Oh my god." She sits down, her face in her hands. "I remember everything now. Edge. How could I forget?!" She whispers, seemingly to herself. "It was you all along. You were the one I kissed. The one I always loved.... But who's Tom?" I lean in to her warm body, and wipe the tears off her face, then pull her into a tight hug, my chin on top of her head. We sit that way for a few minutes, with a feeling of safety from our closeness. "Do you need anything?" I ask. "Just you." She whispers back, closing her eyes and falling into my arms. As the minutes drag on, I start to notice things like her soft breasts against my body, and her firm butt resting in my lap. "Shit." I say to myself. My penis is hard already. She stirs, and opens her eyes. "Sorry, I—" I try to say. She cuts me off, "It's fine. I need it right now." She presses harder into my body, rubbing into my hard-on. "What? I thought...." She always refuses sex. "I know. …but everything was about to change
