The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332 The Old Woman in the Corridor

Chapter 332 The Old Woman in the Corridor

Right then, a sudden alarm blared in Theresa’s mind. Her instinen kirked in, and the respond to ke toward the third–floor corridor.

The dim lighting overhead seemed to vanish all at once, plunging the hallway into complete darkor. Ma that moment, the red rope ted around her wrist tightened violently–so right in fed like it might snagi kame

bones

Without hesitation. Theresa grabbed the rope with both hands and pulled with all her strength.

Finally, after one hard yank, the tension broke. A man burst out of the shadows, running straight toward

her

It was Quentin.

“Beautifull

“Where’s Kyle and that kid?” Theresa looked behind him right away. The hallway behind him returned to its previous empty state. There was no one there. Not a single perion

“I don’t know.” Quentin shook his head and looked back, his face scrunched in confusion. “You kept pulling my rope. I thought something happened, so I ran back

He lifted his hand, the red rope still wrapped tightly around his wrist.

“What about the others? Didn’t they run with you when you left?*

“How would I know? I only focused on you.”

Theresa stared at him. She was speechless.

She didn’t even have time to praise him for being so obedient. She stared in shock at the floor ahead. where the corridor seemed to be looping endlessly like some kind of trap.

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

Quentin gave her a cheeky grin. “But the real question is, are you scared? If you are, come here. I’ll keep. you safe.

Theresa swung her fist and punched him.

“Ow, fine. You don’t need anyone to protect you. Even ghosts would be scared of you.”

Just then, they heard a sound.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

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Theresa grabbed Quentin tightly and looked toward the noise,

It was coming from the long corridor.

Under the dull gray lights, an old woman leaned on a cane as she slowly emerged from the darkness:

She wore a floral padded jacket. Her back was hunched, and she looked like a turtle carrying a giant shell. Her steps were so slow that she had to pause after every few steps,

In a place like this, a sudden appearance like that was beyond ceric.

She shuffled forward one step at a time.

Then she entered the range of Theresa’s psychic ability.

Her ability told her this was a living person.

Not a zombie.

She glanced at Quentin. He frowned and gave a slight nod. “Not a zombie.”

The old woman came closET.

She stopped about fifteen feet away from them.

Slowly, she raised her head. Her wrinkled face sagged with age. Her droopy eyelids nearly covered her eyes, leaving only slits.

Her teeth were all gone. Her gums had shrunk back, and her mouth had collapsed inward like a dried flower.

Tightly pressed against her gums.

She stared at them without blinking, then opened her mouth and asked in a trembling voice, “Have you seen my son?”

Theresa’s heart thumped hard.

Quentin grabbed her wrist and whispered in her ear, “That kid was telling the truth. This place really is

haunted!”

Theresa said nothing.

Before Quentin even finished speaking, the old woman’s body suddenly jolted.

She stared at Quentin with wide, glassy eyes, “Ryan!”

Theresa blinked, “What?”

She watched in disbelief as the old woman rushed forward, swinging her cane wildly as she sprinted toward Quentin

She moved so fast that in the blink of an eye, she reached them and shoved Theresa aside.

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But Quentin reacted even faster. He pulled Theresa into his arms and threw the woman’s hand of

“What are you doing?”

The old woman stumbled, but her shining eyes stayed locked on Quentin. “Ryan, Fm your mom. Don’t you remember me?”

“Mom? Please. No way you had a son this good–looking?”

The old woman reached out to grab him. “Ryan, you must still be mad at me. You didn’t want to work at the mine, but I made you, I was wrong. Please forgive me.”

“Are you crazy?” Quentin was ready to brush her off, but Theresa pinched his arm.

“You don’t even recognize your own mom? You crazy?”

Quentin kept his mouth shut.

“Ryan….

“Fine. I’m Ryan. Mom, I’m home.”

The moment she heard that, the old woman trembled with excitement. She grabbed Quentin’s hand tightly.

“Ryan, you’re back! Come home with me!”

Her grip was frighteningly strong, like a steel clamp. She seemed afraid that if she let go, her long–lost son would vanish again.

Quentin looked at Theresa. Follow her and see what’s going on.”