The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236 Shadows and Supper

Landon walked over, his face dark and unreadable.

Wyatt spotted him and immediately broke into a broad grin. “Hey, Landon! Good to see you, man.”

Landon stared at him with open disdain. He was the only one in the group with a space–based ability–a power that, in this post–apocalyptic world, was absolutely essential. Wyatt’s domain was around a hundred square feet, big enough to carry a significant stockpile of supplies on every mission.

And now, all their resources were with him.

As much as Landon loathed the man, there was nothing he could do about it.

“You owe Madeline an apology,” Landon said coldly.

Wyatt scoffed. “Come on, is that really necessary? It was just instinct, you know, given the situation. It’s not like I did it on purpose. And seriously, Madeline? She’s got no useful abilities. Even if she had been a literal meat shield, I’m worth more than her anyway.”

“Apologize,” Landon demanded. The usual calm in his expression vanished, replaced by a biting frost.

Wyatt’s grin finally faltered. His eyes narrowed with irritation. “Fine, whatever. My bad,” he muttered, clearly insincere, and walked off without another word.

Madeline stood there, seething, her hands trembling. Landon sighed and stepped closer.

“Let it go, Madeline,” he said softly. “For me.”

Her eyes reddened instantly. “If my husband were still alive, he’d have carved Wyatt into pieces!”

She turned and ran off.

The two other women in the group exchanged glances and, at Landon’s nod, followed after her. Landon stayed behind, helping the others flip their overturned truck to see if it was still usable.

The sun dipped low in the sky, washing the land in a red–orange glow.

On the other side of the small clearing, Theresa’s team had already set up camp. They’d cleared out all the wandering zombies within a half–mile radius and gathered in the center of their perimeter.

“We’ll move at first light,” someone suggested. “Keep your guard up tonight.”

“Agreed.”

They’d gotten word that the mountains ahead were crawling with mutant zombies. After some quick discussion, they decided not to take the risk of entering the woods at night. Better to stay safe, wait until morning, and face the threat in daylight.

Caution kept one alive.

That night’s dinner was nothing short of heavenly. They cooked a massive pot of pasta–fresh noodles on

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the bottom, piled high with chunks of chicken, thick–cut harm, cured meats, eggs, an assortment of dried vegetables, and packets of rich sauces. The food simmered into a hearty, savory stew, and each person gut a generous helping in a metal bowl, packed with meat, veggies, and carbs. Every meal was paired with in ice–cold drink pulled from a solar–powered cooler.

The smell alone was enough to make anyone drool.

“Ever since we teamed up with Theresa, we’ve been eating like royalty, Graham said, shoveling food into his mouth with pure joy.

Of all the people in the alliance, Graham and his crew were the most satisfied with this partnership. Food alone had made the risk worthwhile. The meals were so good now, none of them wanted to go back to their camp, even if it meant spending every night fighting off zombies in the wild.

Sure, KI Camp had improved their rations recently, but compared to this? It wasn’t even close.

As Graham was enjoying his food, someone approached them.

“Wow, that smells amazing!” a lanky figure called out.

Wyatt.

He strutted confidently into their place, his eyes immediately scanning the group–until they landed on Theresa. His gaze lingered a few seconds too long, filled with unmistakable greed and excitement.

A wave of disgust rolled through Theresa. She knew that look–too well. In her previous life, she’d seen enough of it to last a hundred years. But in this life, people like that rarely dared meet her eyes anymore.

She had long since left the trash heap they all crawled out of.

And now, somehow, one had wandered right back into her path.

“I’m from the team next door,” Wyatt said smoothly. “Just wanted to thank you for helping out earlier. Name’s Wyatt.” He tried to plop down beside them as if he belonged.

A deep, growling voice interrupted him. “Did anyone invite you to sit?”

The words came from Theron, who hadn’t even moved–his sharp, heavy–lidded gaze fell lazily on Wyatt, like a tiger regarding a sickly prey animal.

Wyatt paused mid–motion. Then his face split into an even bigger smile. “You must be the leader here, right?

“Sir, you have the look of a true warrior–majestic, powerful, totally commanding. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were someone extraordinary!”

Theron raised an eyebrow, glanced sideways at Theresa, and smiled. “Is that so?”

Theresa didn’t look up from her plate. “Get lost.”

Wyatt blinked.

Then Lucas spoke, his voice low and frigid. “What are you trying to do?“

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Wyatt’s sharp little eyes flicked toward him, gears turning. “Oh, I get it. You’re the second–in–command aren’t you? Sir, you have that quiet strength, that hidden fire. I could tell right away your team was elite Two great leaders like be surrounded by top–tier soldiers!”

you? You!

Lucas stared at him. Silent. Stone–faced. And not impressed.

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