The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208 One Step Closer to Death

“He also brought a horde of zombies to our front door!” Jack snapped.

Dawn rolled her eyes. “There were already tons of zombies out there! If you’re so great, why don’t you go kill them? You can’t, so what difference does it make how many there are?!”

“Dawn Garland!”

“I’m just stating facts! You don’t have Quentin’s skills, yet you act like you own the place. If you’re a man, then go kill some d*mn zombies. Don’t try to act tough in front of me!”

Jack’s fury flared. “So, you really don’t want to be with me anymore, huh?”

“I haven’t wanted to for a while now! You’re a pathetic loser–get lost!” Dawn shot him a look of pure contempt, then turned to Quentin with a bright smile. “Quentin, where were we? Right, the person I saw it was definitely a woman…”

Jack couldn’t hold it in anymore. With a snarl, he raised his fist and lunged toward Quentin.

Just then, the sound of a rolling shutter being thrown open echoed from downstairs.

Everyone froze. Was it… a person, or a zombie?

The sharp clatter of the shutter was followed by an eerie silence in the dim pharmacy. Then came the unmistakable clink of something metal, followed by the soft roll of a round object across the floor.

From their perch on the stairs of the second floor, they all saw it: a severed zombie head, its hair matted and stringy, rolling across the tiles.

The girls screamed in unison.

Out back, Theresa had just finished clearing the last stray zombie at the rear entrance when she heard the shrill cries. Her brow furrowed immediately.

Things had officially gone off the rails.

She had originally snuck into the old town pharmacy without using a gun, quietly taking out the undead one by one with clean blade strikes. The plan was to collect what she needed and leave the same way— quick, quiet, efficient. But those four piercing screams? They might as well have fired a flare into the sky.

Now the zombies from both the back alley and the front street were being drawn toward the noise.

With a curse, Theresa yanked the shutter door down with a bang.

Seriously–how are people still this dumb?

No sooner had the shutter slammed shut than the metal door shuddered under the weight of several zombies throwing themselves against it.

Bang, bang!

The heavy steel panels rattled violently.

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Chapter 208 One Step Closer to Death

Theresa quickly locked the glass doors too, jamming them shut for extra security. But as she turned around, she was greeted by the sight of four young meh–armed with short knives and baseball barg standing about ten feet away, eyeing her warily. Behind them, on the stairs, four girls gripped fruit karyer equally on edge.

Theresa glanced over the ragtag group–young, clean–faced, well–fed. Still just kids, really. And judging by their toy–like weapons, it seemed that they thought they could intimidate her.

“Is it just you guys in here?” she asked, unimpressed.

“Who are you?!” Jack barked, puffing himself up in a pitiful attempt at authority. “What are you here for?!”

Theresa couldn’t even be bothered to reply. She scanned the looted shelves–most supplies were gone, the first floor ransacked. But the pharmacy section was still mostly untouched.

Without a word, she walked over, opened her bag, and began sweeping medicines inside, though of course, most of them were slipping into her domain.

The others watched in disbelief as she ignored them completely, methodically looting the shelves. The boys exchanged looks, uncertain.

Then, Jack stepped forward again. “Stop! This is our place! You’re not allowed to take anything!”

Theresa didn’t even blink. She kept going, clearing one aisle after another.

Jack elenched his jaw and took a step forward to confront her.

Clang!

A katana flew through the air and landed upright, its blade embedded into the floor directly in front of his foot.

“Take one more step, and you die.” Her voice was calm, almost lazy. But the threat was unmistakable.

Everyone froze, especially Jack. He stared at the gently vibrating blade, its steel glinting coldly in the light. The malice radiating off it was suffocating. And in that moment, he knew–if he moved, he would die.

She had blood on her hands. Real blood. The kind they had only seen from afar, the kind that came from actual combat. Unlike them–their survival owed more to luck than anything else.

No one dared make another sound as Theresa moved from shelf to shelf, cleaning the pharmacy out with terrifying efficiency.

When she reached the locked glass cabinet that held prescription meds, she didn’t even flinch–just shattered it with a punch. The glass/exploded outward.

The others involuntarily swallowed hard.

The pressure coming off her was unbearable. None of them dared move as she continued pa the last of the medicine.

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Finally, she looked up. “Any more medicine?”

“U–Uh… there’s still some on the second floor,” Dawn stammered, still stunned.