The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 642

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**Kept Woman 642: Unyielding**

In an instant, a katana materialized in her grasp, its blade gleaming ominously in the dim light.

With a firm grip on the hilt, she swung the weapon with precision, targeting the zombie that lunged at her with a grotesque snarl.

This time, she didn’t aim for the neck, nor did she cleave its skull in two as she had done in previous encounters.

No, this time was different—more calculated.

Instead, she directed her strike toward the very spot where another warrior had already cracked its head open, and with one clean, effortless stroke, she finished the job.

The blade sliced through the zombie’s scalp effortlessly, a clean cut that spoke of her skill and determination.

The sheer force of her swing split open its skull, cutting through the remnants of its mushy brain, obliterating the cerebellum, the upper jaw, the tongue, the lower jaw, and the windpipe with merciless efficiency.

The slice traveled smoothly across its head, as if her katana were a hot knife gliding through a block of butter.

With a soft plink, a gleamstone tumbled out from the creature’s shattered skull, landing on the pavement with an almost delicate sound.

The green zombie, deprived of its life force, went limp, collapsing into a heap on the ground.

Black-red brain matter oozed out, forming a dark pool that spread across the pavement, a grim testament to her lethal efficiency.

Its dull eyes remained fixed on Theresa, wide and unblinking, as if still trying to comprehend its sudden demise.

What a pity—it hadn’t even managed to take a single bite before it met its end.

But Theresa didn’t allow herself a moment of respite.

The air was thick with low, guttural growls that reverberated ominously around her.

More zombies staggered out from the shadows of the station—seven, maybe eight of them—each dragging their feet and jerking forward with crooked, unsteady strides that made them look even more grotesque.

With a swift kick, she sent the half-headed corpse she had just dispatched crashing into the approaching horde.

The impact was explosive, sending several zombies tumbling backward in a chaotic flurry.

Then, her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding, leaving no room for argument.

“Stay in the car. Wait for my signal.”

“Yes!”

Louisa and the others nodded eagerly, their eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear.

“Quentin, you’re with me!”

Theresa called out, charging toward the station, her katana gleaming in the dim light.

Her blade was quick, her movements even quicker, a dance of death as she slashed her way through the horde, cutting down everything that dared to stand in her path until she finally broke through to the other side of the station.