The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299 When the Dead Break Loose

Chapter 299 When the Dead Break Loose

“Raaahhh!”

The sound wasn’t just noise. It was hunger given a voice.

The smell of living flesh drove them mad.

“Raaahhh!”

They slammed their rotting bodies against the walls like rabid animals. Doors rattled, glass trembled.

Bang!

Thud!

The hotel entrance finally gave out. Wood splintered, and glass rained down in a violent crash.

Theresa’s heart sank as she sprinted with her team. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught it–the hotel’s. front doors, shattered into pieces.

Then the zombie horde poured out.

A tidal wave of gray flesh and empty eyes flooded the street.

Across the road, another hotel joined the chorus, coughing up its own horde like a nightmare in stereo.

Every single one of them ran with arms outstretched, jaws snapping, faces twisted in that wild, animal frenzy.

“Stay sharp! Move it!” Theresa bellowed, forcing her voice to cut through the chaos.

Her team didn’t hesitate. They bolted as one, boots pounding the asphalt, the air thick with panic and adrenaline.

Then the first wave slammed into them.

Graham and the fighters on the flank reacted in a heartbeat, swinging their weapons with deadly precision. Blades split rotting skulls, abilities lit the air, and the stench of gore mixed with the copper bite of blood.

Theresa shoved her Aeroshield to its limit, forcing back the press of undead and clawing out a narrow path through the zombie horde.

Only one last corner–about six hundred feet–separated them from safety.

The night before, Theresa and her team had hammered out their formation down to the last detail. Now, it was paying off. Every single person knew their role–some fought, some guarded, others just ran–but no one broke. Not yet.

Theresa rounded the corner and almost sagged with relief.

Reinforcements–finally.

Chapter 299 When the Dead Break Loose

“Help them!” she yelled.

Theron spotted her and didn’t need to be told twice. He and his squad dove in, cutting down the closest zombies with clean, practiced strikes.

They avoided guns and anything that went boom. Loud noises would only whip the horde into a bigger frenzy. Instead, they fought silently and viciously, carving a path for Theresa’s team to break through

One last push, and they were in. The safe zone closed around them like a shield.

The zombies didn’t follow.

Not when there was still fresh meat behind them.

Theresa spun, breath ragged, eyes locked on the nightmare spilling down the street.

Eva’s group kept slipping further behind, swallowed inch by inch by the zombie horde.

A bitter twist of guilt clawed at Theresa’s gut. She liked Eva. She really did. Yet sending her people back into that death trap? Impossible. If her team failed to get out in one piece, there’d be no one left to save

anyone.

To her, survival always came first.

The horde swallowed Eva’s group whole.

Then it split.

Theresa blinked. Malik’s men–those stubborn lunatics who’d broken away yesterday–were leading the charge, hacking through the dead with raw, vicious strength.

Eva’s survivors trailed close behind, bloodied but still swinging, clinging to life with everything they had.

That was how it always went.

When it came down to it, the toughest always led the way.

Just like in nature, where the first leap belongs to the bravest antelopes and the fiercest penguins take the front line to shield their chicks from the storm. Humans weren’t any different.

When instinct took over, strength wasn’t just about power–it was about stepping up. The strongest might look out for themselves, but they were always the first through the fire.

The true enemy was never the people beside them.

It was the dead.

If no one fought, no one made it out.

“Raaahhh!”

A zombie in a shredded hotel uniform lunged out of the swarm, ramming into the man leading the charge. He staggered, too slow to guard his flank.

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Chapter 299 When the Dead Break Loose

Its rotting jaws clamped down, and flesh ripped away with a sickening tear.

“Jake!” someone screamed.

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Jake Bradley remained unfazed, continuing to fire off his ability despite a zombie chewing on his shoulder.

Blood ran down the side of his face, but his one good eye stayed fixed ahead. He drove himself forward on sheer grit until the haze dulled his focus and made him stumble.

“Jake!” his group shouted,

Right then, a woman holding a child tripped near the edge of the formation. Two zombies sprang for her at the same time, jaws wide and clawed hands reaching.