The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278 Buried Alive

Chapter 278 Buried Alive

The basement was packed. All 140 of them–95 from Nebula Camp, and 45 from Lucas unit.

Every single pair of eyes was fixed on him.

Everyone was waiting for his call, but he pressed his lips tightly together.

So, Graham handed him a bottle of water.

Lucas‘ throat had been parched for what felt like forever. However, the first thing out of his mouth was, “How much water do we have left?”

Graham, face smeared with blood and dirt, licked his cracked lips. “Mr. Keaton, it’s just this one bottle

Lucas paused, then set the bottle aside. He didn’t take a sip.

“Mr. Keaton! We still have two more bottles and ten packets of instant noodles!” Leon shouted, standing up from the crowd. He laid out every last bit of supplies the Nebula Camp had managed to scrounge up.

The zombie outbreak had come out of nowhere, leaving them with no time to prepare. The little they had was only because a resident happened to carry some with them.

Lucas requested that Leon bring the items over. Now, all that’s in front of them are three bottles of water and ten packets of instant noodles,

One hundred and forty people–it wasn’t even enough for

No new supplies were coming.

Everyone to get a taste.

And outside? The zombies could break through the steel doors at any moment.

They were trapped.

“Mr. Keaton, what do we do now?” Leon looked up, eyes full of expectation and desperation. Lucas didn’t answer right away. His lips were still pressed tight, his brain racing through the situation Then, Graham spoke up. “Mr. Keaton, I believe in her. I’m sure Theresa will come for us.”

The tension in Lucas‘ shoulders loosened ever so slightly. A faint smile cracked through his grim expression.

Even in the worst of situations, just the thought of Theresa brought warmth to his chest

He believed it–if Theresa knew he was in danger, she’d come. No question, but still…

“We never wait around for someone to save us, Lucas commented, turning to face the others. Being the guy that he was, he wouldn’t sit around, hoping for a miracle. He believed that rescite was a bonus, not a backup plan. “You are in control of your life. No matter what you do, be your own rescue,”

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Chapter 278 Buried Alive

“But there’s no exit here, Leon murmured, still clinging to hope, eyes locked on Lars.

Lucas scanned the room.

He’d been assigned here for over six months. Every corner of this place was burned into his memory.

His eyes landed on a solid section of wall.

“No exit?” His voice was steady. Then, we’ll make one. We dig our way out if we have to

Theresa and her team had just arrived at the abandoned subway station- Ironspire Station.

It had been shut down for over a year and a half. The arched station entrance was overgrown with weeds taller than a man’s waist.

The floor was caked in dust. The place looked like a ghost town–decaying, forgotten yet still carrying the remnants of the old world.

Just a year and a half into the apocalypse, and everything before it already felt like another lifetime.

Raaagh!

A couple of stray zombies shuffled out from nearby buildings.

Theresa didn’t hesitate. Her blade flashed, slicing them down one by one–clean, quick, merciless.

But the moment they fell, it was like a signal had gone off. More zombies began creeping out from every direction, groaning as they turned toward the noise.

“Movel she barked.

She wasn’t here to play exterminator.

If they stayed to clear the area, by the time they reached Lucas, she might as well start digging his grave.

“There’s

no

time to waste!

Her team of ten followed close behind as she led them down the station’s stairwell.

The elevators were long dead. Dust coated everything. Every step they took left deep footprints in the grime, but that was a good thing.

Theresa could read the ground like a map. One look at the tracks would tell her if something had passed

this way.

Her headlamp swayed as she descended, its beam sweeping the shadows below.

And then–on the lowest level–faint footprints–scattered, uneven.

Raaagh!

A zombie lunged from the shadows.

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Chapter 278 Burled Alive

It was around 6 p.m. There was still some light outside, but deep underground, the station was pitch blad

The only thing piercing the darkness was the beams from the team’s headlamps.

A figure suddenly shot into their path–a zombie in a decayed sulnway uniform

Its face was skeletal, with bluish–black skin stretched tight over bare bone. Its mouth twisted wide into a grotesque “O“-just like that painting. The Scream–and it came at the full speed,

Like a nightmare ripped straight from hell.

Shing!

Another clean strike.

The others barely saw it coming in the dark–but Theresa did–she saw everything.

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