The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 650

**TITLE: Kept Woman 650**
**The Apocalyptic Queen Theresa**

**Chapter 650: The Alliance Beyond Imagination**

Louisa’s eyes sparkled with an infectious excitement as the words tumbled from Theresa’s lips. A wave of exhilaration washed over her, illuminating her face in a way that made her seem almost radiant.

The group had long since abandoned any notion of a specific destination. Instead, they found themselves irresistibly drawn to the allure of Theresa’s alliance, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos of their world.

This time, the decision was unanimous: they would join her.

Only Flora, with a heavy heart, chose to remain behind. Her family was still in that place, and the thought of leaving them was unbearable.

No one attempted to sway her decision; they understood the weight of her choice.

As they gathered their supplies, the air was thick with emotion. They shared heartfelt farewells, each promise to stay connected imbued with sincerity.

Once Louisa secured her vehicle within her domain—a small fortress of sorts—they all climbed aboard Theresa’s helicopter, anticipation buzzing in the air like electricity.

“Come back and visit!” Solan called out, waving vigorously as the helicopter began its ascent. His people stood beside him, hands raised in a collective farewell.

Orren stood close by, his gaze fixed on the retreating aircraft, watching as it shrank into the horizon. For the entirety of their return journey, his eyes had been dim, clouded with uncertainty, but now, a flicker of hope reignited within him.

“Solan, I’m going to join you on every mission from now on. I won’t miss a single one,” Orren declared, his voice filled with determination.

“Orren, you need to be cautious. Those missions are fraught with danger,” Arwen interjected, her tone firm and protective.

“Don’t be so quick to dismiss him, love,” Solan chimed in, a smile breaking across his face. “He’s a young man—he needs to face challenges head-on. You can’t keep him cooped up forever. Orren, I’m proud of you.”

“Solan!” Arwen protested, her voice sharp with concern.

Yet Solan enveloped her in a warm embrace, his laughter echoing in the air. “Sweetheart, now you’ll have two men keeping an eye on you. Isn’t that a blessing?”

Arwen froze for a moment, her anger dissipating as she considered his words. As she caught sight of Orren sprinting toward the training grounds, a soft sigh escaped her lips. “It seems like he’s matured significantly after just one outing.”

“Boys can transform into men in the blink of an eye,” Solan remarked quietly, his voice filled with understanding. “That’s just the way of things.”

As the helicopter soared away from Solan Camp, heading northward, they flew over a series of cities, each one draped in decay and silence, the remnants of a world that had once thrived. Their destination: the East Coast.

Suddenly, Louisa leaned forward, her excitement palpable. “Everyone, look down there! It appears to be an empty city!”

Her voice carried a sense of urgency, and the others turned to gaze out the window, shock rippling through the cabin like a wave. Below them lay a city devoid of any zombies. Not a single one in sight.

“Completely deserted,” Dominic muttered, disbelief etched across his face. “Wasn’t this Crestmont? It used to be home to over a million people. How can it be so utterly vacant?”

Then, Quentin’s laid-back voice broke through the tension. “You’ve just crossed into our alliance’s buffer zones.”

The group froze, confusion etched in their expressions.

Buffer zones? What did that entail?

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