The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298 The Hunger in the Walls

Chapter 298 The Hunger in the Walls

The zombie in the torn business suit halted for a split second, its milky eyes locking onto the swarm of survivors sprinting down the street.

There were dozens of them–fresh prey, packed together like a buffet laid out just for it. It tilted its head, almost curious, as if deciding which one to tear into first.

Its milky eyes darted between the two groups. Theresa’s crew was farther ahead now, too far to catch. Eva’s team, though–they were close, close enough to taste.

“Raaaargh!”

With a savage roar, it whipped around and bolted straight for them.

Ray led the charge in Eva’s team, his gaze locking on the zombie barreling toward them. His fingers clenched tighter around the machete, every muscle in his arms tensing. No way he was letting that thing get past him.

Strength was baked into his very bones, a gift that turned every swing into pure force. Every ounce of it surged through his arms as he swung.

The blade struck home. It sank into the zombie’s neck… and stuck.

Ray’s heart sank. D*mn it! This thing doesn’t even twitch. Must be one of those tank–class freaks.

The zombie’s dead, milky eyes rolled toward the blade lodged in its neck. A low, rumbling growl crawled out of its throat as its claws wrapped around the steel like it was swatting at a twig.

Metal shrieked as the machete shuddered in Ray’s hands, with deep gouges marking its surface. The intense vibration shot through his arms, almost ripping the weapon out of his grip.

Ray yanked with everything he had, but the monster’s strength was unreal. The machete didn’t budge. In one brutal jerk, he was yanked forward, stumbling straight into its reach.

Then it plowed into their formation like a wrecking ball.

Screams tore through the air.

“Ahhh!”

“Move!”

“Get it off him!”

Eva didn’t hesitate. A sphere of water shot from her hand, smacking the zombie straight in the skull. It hit the ground with a wet, ugly crunch, finally still.

Her chest heaved as she looked ahead. Theresa’s team is slipping further out of our reach. If we don’t pick up the pace, we are dead.

“Ms. Hunter!” someone cried. “I’m out of gas!”

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“You run even if your legs are screaming!” she snapped. “Nobody quits! Keep moving!”

Her own lungs burned, her legs were leaden, but stopping wasn’t an option. Every single one of them had to make it.

By 11:53 a.m., Ironspire Station was 0.5 miles away.

Then the collapse hit.

A woman from the center of the pack crumpled, pale as paper.

“Mom!” The boy strapped to her back shrieked.)

A couple of others tried to help, but their hands shook like they were holding bricks. Nobody had anything left to give.

Eva shoved through, teeth gritted, and hauled the woman up by sheer willpower.

That’s when the stench hit her.

A hunched zombie came tearing out from behind an overturned trash bin, claws swinging. Eva raised a hand, ready to summon water–but nothing came. Her water–based ability sputtered out like a dying candle.

No time to swear. She grabbed the boy and ran.

Screams erupted ahead.

“Ahhh!”

“Help!”

“God, no!”

Eva saw a pack of zombies plow into her group, snapping jaws and clawing hands ripping through what little order they had left. Exhausted residents went down hard, some never getting back up.

The kid in Eva’s arms thrashed, trying to get to his mother, but she couldn’t let him go. The whole group was unraveling.

Then came fire.

Heat roared on her back.

A rough hand tore the boy from her grip, and another clamped down on her arm hard enough to nearly rip it out of the socket.

She spun, heart slamming against her ribs.

Malik.

His crew was right behind him, cutting through the chaos like a storm.

He didn’t say a word. He just hauled her down the street, fast and unrelenting.

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The wide asphalt road split two looming hotels, with Ironspire Station just one turn ahead.

Once, they’d been the crown jewel of the district–glassy towers built so tourists could stay close to the theme park and see the rides from their rooms. A year and a half ago, these streets were full of kids dragging stuffed toys bigger than they were and parents laughing as they lined up for photos.

That was before the virus.

Now, the hotels were nothing but tombs.

Black, dried blood smeared across tiles and walls. Furniture smashed to splinters. Elevators hung dead between floors. The air reeked of mold and rusted iron, like the whole place had been marinating in death. for over a year.

At the front desk, the computer lay in ruins, the phone line ripped apart, and the money plant had withered into nothing but dry stalks. The only thing left was the zombie receptionist–its neck bent at an unnatural angle, slumped behind the counter, staring into empty space.

The zombies waited upstairs, down the halls, and in every room… all hungry.

The earlier explosions had whipped them into a frenzy. They clawed and pounded against the walls and glass, but since they didn’t know how to open the doors, all they could do was thrash and howl until the noise outside subsided.

Then silence fell–brief, suffocating silence.

Then came a sound that sent them into a frenzy all over again.