The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 644

**Kept Woman 644**
**Chapter 644: Inferno Run**

A deep, primal snarl erupted into the stillness of the night, a sound that sent chills racing down the spine.

From the writhing mass of decaying bodies, a grotesque figure sprang forth, bounding with an unexpected agility that was reminiscent of a wild creature.

This was no ordinary zombie; it wore the remnants of a once-bright yellow courier uniform, a stark reminder of its past life as a delivery worker.

Now, its movements were disconcertingly swift—far quicker than any of its fellow undead. Its limbs had twisted and mutated into something horrifying, hands and feet grotesquely enlarged, resembling claws more than anything human.

The sneakers that had once adorned its feet were now nothing but shredded remnants, dangling pitifully as it moved. Its swollen, corpse-white toes clawed at the ground, desperate for purchase.

With a sudden lunge, it kicked another zombie aside, the poor creature’s face meeting a brutal end beneath the courier’s foot. The sickening sound of bone cracking echoed in the air, and its bulging eyes burst free from their sockets with a wet snap, trailing optic nerves behind them.

The eyeballs landed with a dull thud, quickly ground into the mud by the relentless horde that followed.

The mutated courier pressed on, relentless in its pursuit, climbing over the bodies that lay strewn across its path, drawn irresistibly by the scent of living flesh—the sweetest of prey.

But then, without warning, it collided headfirst into an invisible barrier.

A sharp thud reverberated through the air, and moments later, an explosion erupted.

The blast shook the very atmosphere, halting the pack of zombies in their tracks.

Those outside, poised to swarm through the opening, suddenly veered off course, their insatiable hunger redirected by the thunderous noise.

At that precise moment, Theresa’s Aeroshield flickered, a brief flash of uncertainty in the chaos.

A glint of silver sliced through the darkness—a clean strike that split two zombies’ skulls open with a sickening crunch.

Two gleamstones, glowing with power, dropped neatly into her palm: one for mental manipulation and the other for speed.

Theresa didn’t spare them a glance. As soon as she grasped the gleamstones, her Aeroshield snapped back into place, solid and radiant.

A wave of searing flames erupted before her, carving a fiery path through the throng of the undead.

Seizing the opportunity created by the explosions outside, which had drawn a portion of the swarm away, Theresa surged forward, forcing her way out of the underground garage with a fierce determination.

As she approached the exit, her eyes darted back to the parking area behind her, where rows of abandoned cars stood—many still intact, a potential lifeline in this nightmare.

14:08 Sun, Nov 23 JD.

**Chapter 644: Inferno Run**

Just before bursting into the open air, she lifted her hand and hurled a massive fireball back into the garage.

The explosion followed almost immediately.

A thunderous clap of sound rattled the ground beneath her feet as every car inside erupted into flames, a fiery spectacle that illuminated the night.

Amidst the inferno and the cacophony of destruction, Theresa sprinted for her life, cutting through the chaos like a comet.

The zombies outside, already drawn to the first explosion, were now whipped into a frenzy by the new, even louder blast, surging toward the burning garage like a tidal wave.

Theresa held Quentin tightly against her back, urging herself to run harder, run faster.

Run. Run faster.

Behind her stretched a tide of darkness—an endless, undulating mass of the undead, relentless in their pursuit.

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