The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 649

**Kept Woman 649**
**Chapter 649: Through the Fog**

The only genuine obstacle before them was the thickening fog that loomed ominously ahead—a swirling mass so dense that Miles struggled to make out even the faintest outlines of the world around him.

From within the murky green haze, a relentless horde of zombies surged forth, their grotesque forms lurching and stumbling, closing in at an alarming speed. The sight sent a chill racing down Theresa’s spine, but it was the sound that truly set her heart pounding.

Boom! The resonating echoes of explosions erupted through the mist, shaking the very air around them. Each detonation was followed by the sharp crack of gunfire and the fiery glow of burning arrows that pierced the gloom, illuminating the chaos for a fleeting moment.

Then, a powerful beam of light sliced through the fog, cutting a path through the darkness like a beacon of hope.

“It’s Solan’s team! They’re here!” Flora’s voice trembled with excitement, a hint of relief threading through her tone.

Theresa felt a wave of tension ease from her shoulders as she recognized the familiar presence. “Step on it! We need to push through!” she urged, her voice firm, propelling everyone forward toward the light that promised safety.

They surged ahead, urgency driving them as the guttural roars of the pursuing zombies echoed behind them, a reminder of the dangers that lurked just moments away.

Miles slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, the engine roaring to life as they raced toward the hope that lay ahead.

With Solan’s lights guiding their way and his firepower providing much-needed cover, they burst free from the suffocating fog just three minutes later, emerging onto open high ground that felt like a breath of fresh air.

Before them stood Solan and his crew, fully armed and ready, their expressions a mix of relief and determination.

“We made it out!” one of the team members shouted, the exhilaration palpable.

“We’re out!” another echoed, and the entire truck erupted in a chorus of joy. Even Theresa, who usually held a stern demeanor, allowed a small smile to break through her façade.

But amidst the celebration, Orren remained silent, his usual bravado stripped away. The sight of Solan seemed to deflate him, leaving only a shadow of the confidence he typically exuded.

Half an hour later, they returned safely to Solan Camp, the weight of their ordeal lifting as they realized they had escaped without any casualties.

Luck had indeed favored them this time.

In truth, Theresa had never intended for anyone to meet a grim fate. Her team was there to assist; she was the one meant to face every peril head-on.

Had everything unfolded according to her meticulous plan, Louisa and the others would have been spared from the brink of genuine danger.

In those critical moments where life hung by a mere thread, if Louisa’s group had simply adhered to her orders and triggered the blast on time, they could have avoided the toxic fog altogether. Those few seconds could have made all the difference, allowing Theresa to navigate the peril without them being ensnared in the danger.

But it was over now, and they had come to help. Blame was not in her nature.

As soon as they arrived, Arwen came rushing toward them.

“Babe!”

She flung herself into Solan’s arms, her eyes scanning him anxiously for any signs of harm.

“I’m fine, not a scratch on me,” Solan replied, his grin deepening the lines etched on his face, a testament to the stress they had just endured.

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