The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313 Take Him Out

Scattered throughout the crowd, a handful of women had abilities–definitely not the type Theresa would

want to croAS,

Sage gave a sharp command. “When you get out, link up with our people. Keep those girls in line, make sure they follow the Blazing Sun Alliance’s orders. If they don’t–report to me immediately.

“Yes, sir!” Drew and the others responded in unison.

Watching from nearby, Theresa instantly saw through it.

Sage was clearly wary of her. This was his test–to see if they’d reall

intel from the outside straight to him.

Men like him were always a pain to deal with.

fly back to Ansford and pass along

She stood by as the group began boarding the helicopter. When Drew was about to get on last. Theresa suddenly stopped him.

There’s a weight limit, she said flatly. “You guys are over. One of you needs to get off.”

Drew said nothing, glaring at her.

Without hesitation, Theresa reached out and yanked him down.

Sage’s expression darkened, but before he could speak, Kyle called out from the cockpit at just the right time. “The three of them are just under. Any more and we can’t lift off.

Sage paused, then nodded slightly. “Alright.”

Drew turned to him. “Mr. Arlen, I-

“Wait for the next trip, Sage interrupted gently.

Sage was still smiling at Theresa, still looking calm and kind.

Theresa didn’t answer. She just returned the smile and walked away.

Once she was out of earshot, Drew stepped up beside Sage. “Mr. Arlen, she’s messing with us. She’s playing games. I bet she’ll tell her people not to show up tomorrow.”

Sage let out a quiet laugh. “It doesn’t matter. As long as she’s still here, if she wants to stall–she stalls with

1. me.

“What about that guy with her?”

Sage’s gaze shifted toward Quentin. His expression turned cold. “If the helicopter doesn’t come tomorrow, take him out.”

Drew gave a nod. “Got it.”

Just then, a sudden shout broke out from the edge of camp.

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Zombies!”

“They’re coming!”

Theresa, who was deep in the crowd still thinking about how to delay the next helicopter run, froze at the

cries.

She turned toward the noise–and saw them.

A massive honde burst out of the woods. Easily over a hundred–men, women, elderly, even children. Some had their necks twisted at impossible angles. Others limped, dragging broken limbs. A few scrambled on all fours like animals, It was a frenzied stampede coming in from the west.

“Amaargh!”

“Aaaargh!”

“Aaaargh!”

Theresa guessed the constant helicopter flights these past few days had drawn the zombies in, bit by bit, until they finally tracked the group down

Leading the horde was a young male zombie in a white tank top and running shorts, his buzz–cut hair still intact. He looked like a former athlete–muscular, fast, lethal.

His muscles still retained a certain fluidity, and he sprinted with powerful momentum. A chunk of flesh had been torn from his shoulder all the way down to his forearm, exposing bone–yet it didn’t affect his arm swing in the slightest.

This was a pro athlete zombie. Within seconds, he broke from the rest of the pack and charged straight at the camp.

“Aaaargh

His pale face twisted with hunger, the zombie lunged at the closest man, jaws open wide.

The man yanked two blades from his belt and slashed at its head.

Crack!

He’d expected to split the skull–but the zombie’s skin was tough. Too tough. The blade lodged deep in its head and stuck.

Snarling, the zombie howled and lunged again–blade still embedded in its skull–as it tackled the man to the ground.

“Aaaargh!”

The zombie, the blade still lodged in its skull, crashed into the man’s shoulder. Its mouth gaped open. strands of thick, foul–smelling blood stretching between its jaws as it sank its teeth into him.

It all happened man instant–so fast no one had time to react.

From the moment the man drew his blades to the moment the athlete zombie tackled him, barely two

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seconds had passed.

He hadn’t managed to kill it with the first strike, and that single mistake sealed his fate,

But what happened next caught Theresa off guard.

Crunch!

As the zombie bit down, a sharp screech rang out–its teeth scraped against something solid, like metal.

Zecel!

Its teeth shattered.

At the same time, the man drove both his blades forward–one still embedded in the zombie’s skull, the other clenched tightly in his hand.

Thud!

With veins bulging and muscles tensed, he unleashed his full strength and hacked the zombie’s head clean off.

The athlete zombie dropped instantly, revealing a metal plate strapped to the man’s shoulder beneath his clothes

“Well, that’s pretty clever

Theresa and Quentin had been watching from the back of the crowd..

That was when she noticed that almost every member of Sage’s team had metal plates hidden beneath. their clothing,

Waists, shoulders, thighs–all the critical areas were reinforced.

Most of the armor looked like it had been fashioned from scavenged billboard panels–some still bore faded advertisements from the city.

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