The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 669

As the last few members of the group emerged from the shadows of the basement, their expressions were a mix of curiosity and deep-seated respect. They had all endured the same harrowing ordeal, and now, they were united by a shared understanding of the horrors they had faced.

The room, dimly lit and oppressive, held little more than the stench of excrement, a grim reminder of the days spent trapped within its confines.

After being confined for what felt like an eternity, the smell was not just unpleasant; it was suffocating. The air was thick with the remnants of their survival, a testament to the dire circumstances they had endured.

Theresa, ever vigilant, scanned the area one last time. Nothing remained—no extra supplies, no hidden weapons. With a resolute nod, she turned to lead her team toward the exit, eager to leave the dank basement behind.

Just as they were about to cross the threshold, a voice crackled through Theresa’s earpiece, urgent and filled with dread.

“Theresa, something’s wrong!”

It was Dave, his voice laced with panic.

“There are over a thousand zombies outside!”

The moment he spoke, the chilling roar of the undead echoed from the entrance, a horrific symphony of growls and moans that sent a shiver down her spine.

Without hesitation, Theresa unsheathed her blade, the steel glinting ominously in the low light, and sprinted toward the tunnel.

As she reached the narrow corridor, she glanced upward, her heart racing at the sight before her—the entrance was swarming with zombies, their grotesque forms stumbling over one another in a relentless charge.

“Hold the entrance!” she commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos. Dave and another operative braced themselves, ready to defend against the onslaught.

“Fall back!” Theresa shouted, urgency fueling her words.

“Kyle, Graham, support them! Nail the steel wire nets!”

“Yes!” came their unified response, a chorus of determination.

As they executed her orders, Dave and the other guard retreated swiftly, their movements a practiced dance of survival.

Kyle and Graham took the lead, deftly laying down the steel wire nets as they fell back, their hearts pounding in rhythm with the approaching horde.

When Dave and the other operative reached the first net, they dove forward, sliding across the ground with an urgency that was palpable.

Roar—

A disheveled zombie lunged at them, its emaciated arms flailing wildly as it attempted to snatch a piece of living flesh. It was terrifyingly close—just a stretch of its decaying body away from sinking its teeth into them.

This zombie, starved and desperate, opened its blood-red maw, its cloudy, lifeless eyes gleaming with a ravenous hunger. The creature’s body stiffened, poised to strike.

In a split second, its claws dug into Dave’s shoulder, but before it could pull him in, a steel wire shot through its bulging eyeball, slicing into its skull with a sickening crunch.

The zombie’s brain was severed diagonally, yet it still clung to life, driven by sheer instinct.

A gleamstone lodged in the remnants of its skull pulsed with a faint, eerie light.

Ho hohoao—

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