The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 648

**TITLE: Kept Woman 648**
**CONTENT: Chapter 648 Firestorm**

“Stop talking about dying! With Theresa here, even giant zombies don’t stand a chance!” Louisa declared, her voice ringing with a fierce confidence that filled the air around them.

Orren stared at her, disbelief etched across his face. “You’re just trying to comfort me, huh? That’s fine by me. Go ahead and brag like you did in the truck before—I actually like hearing it.”

However, before he could finish his thought, his words froze in his throat, an icy grip of astonishment seizing him.

His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open in shock.

Before him, it felt as if twin suns had erupted into existence, casting an otherworldly glow.

A colossal wave of searing flames roared skyward, transforming the landscape into a vivid canvas of red and gold. The heat surged forth like a wild beast unleashed, and even in the chill of November, Orren could swear he felt the temperature spike, a tangible intensity that enveloped him.

He stood there, utterly speechless, as flames danced across the horizon, a mesmerizing display of raw power.

Solan had always been regarded as the strongest ability user within their camp. His wall of fire had become the stuff of legends, a source of inspiration and awe for anyone fortunate enough to witness it.

Yet, in that moment, as he beheld the inferno before him, Solan’s prowess seemed pitifully small in comparison.

At the center of this raging inferno stood a tall, lean figure, her silhouette flickering with an ethereal glow amidst the chaos.

This was the true embodiment of Theresa’s strength.

Orren’s mind flashed back to the day prior when she’d playfully smacked him around and called him an idiot. At that moment, he had thought she merely looked down on him, her disdain palpable.

Now, however, he understood—she didn’t need to look down on him. He simply wasn’t worth the effort.

“I told you before, Theresa’s on another level,” Louisa said, her eyes sparkling with pride, as if she were witnessing a masterpiece unfold.

A deep flush of shame crept across Orren’s face. Every word he had spoken before now felt like a heavy slap, echoing in his mind—painful and undeniable.

“Theresa!” Dominic shouted, urgency lacing his voice. “The bridge’s ready!”

“Get in the truck!” Theresa commanded, her voice sharp and authoritative as she unleashed another wave of fire, illuminating the chaos around them.

At her command, Dominic’s team sprang into action, sprinting toward the vehicle with a sense of urgency that felt electric in the air.

Meanwhile, a thick, greenish mist of poison began to creep toward the railroad tracks, a sinister cloud that threatened to engulf everything in its path. In just ten seconds, it would suffocate them all.

Miles leaped into the driver’s seat, his foot slamming down on the gas pedal as the armored car roared to life, surging forward like a beast unleashed.

The others remained behind, resolutely guarding the makeshift bridge of wooden planks they had hastily constructed. An air of tension hung over them as they held their breath, watching the truck speed across the precarious crossing.

Ten seconds.

Nine.

Eight.

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