The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 357

Chapter 157 Close Combat

Chapter 357 Close Combat

Laicas led the way, his team moving swiftly behind him. Dr. Klein had marked the fastest route on the

map.

But honestly, it didn’t matter where they went–zombies were everywhere on the first floor.

“Urrghhh!”

“Graaah!”

“Ranagh

A young female zombie appeared, dressed in a miniskirt, her long black hair whipping behind her. Her mouth gaped open as she lunged at them.

She was freshly turned–still warm. Red blood oozed thickly down her chin just as she let out her first moan, But before she could make another sound, a blade flashed through the air, piercing her temple and embedding deep into her skull.

Shing!

The sound of metal scraping crystal echoed.

Graham twisted the blade, and with it came a gleamstone. The zombie crumpled to the floor, silent and still.

He yanked his weapon free and looked at Lucas.

Lucas gave him a small nod.

Graham carefully laid the zombie’s body aside.

Before them stretched a vast underground maze shaped like an octagon, each corridor lined with rooms, once used for housing

The main horde of zombies clustered in the massive central plaza at the heart of the structure.

Eight corridors branched out like spokes on a wheel. The team was currently at the southern point and needed to reach the west.

Luckily, the outermost ring was still relatively clear. They just had to stick to it.

They planned a fast, quiet approach. No noise. No hesitation.

Graham’s squad hugged the wall, sweeping forward in tight formation.

The perimeter zombies were thinly spread.

Two years of zombie hunting had turned them into lethal machines. They moved with surgical efficiency. cutting through with speed and silence. They reached the west quadrant with barely a hitch.

Behind them, Harry, William, and the rest of the Ark civilians could only stare, wide–eyed.

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Chapter 157 Close Combat

-There guns and MOLN

They’d seen the Ark One guards go out before They were always anored up, bristling with kreatina waging loud, chaotic battles.

But they never fought like this never uji close, and never this clean. It was mostly just to defend their bunkers, picking off zombie hordes with the help of the layout.

But this group fought with melee weapons, face to face with the infected–no shouting, no panie, just swift, merciless silence.

These people were on another level!

Just then, a stray zombie burst from a nearby room.

It wore a ragged old suit, its body thin and brittle. An elderly janitor at the camp, now undead.

It snapped its jaws and lunged for the last woman in the civilian group. A pair of rotten yellow teeth fell from its mouth mid–charge.

#hack!

Someone swung half a broken chair leg, smashing it across the zombie’s face. Its nose broke. The leg jammed halfway down its throat, knocking out more teeth.

Harry seized the moment, yanking the girl back as the others surged forward in a frantic rush.

The zombie, gagging on the chair leg, chased them with wild snarls.

“Raaagh!”

“Urrghhh!”

They rounded a corner–only to find Theresa and her group standing still.

“What’s going on?!” someone shouted.

Theresa turned around, face grim.

“The path is blocked.”

In front of Theresa was a horde of zombies, packed together like sardines behind a single glass sliding

door.

Just like the train zombies in Train to Busan, the deadheaded zombies just didn’t know how to open it.

They slapped, clawed, and pressed against the transparent barrier, their faces twisted with mindless. hunger.

More zombies continued pushing from behind, cramming the front line tighter against the glass-

One especially emaciated female zombie was fully plastered against the door. Her skin stretched tight over bone like a corpse on display. A long, jagged wound ran from her chest all the way down her abdomen.