The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 394

Chapter 394 The Last Request

Chapter 394 The Last Request

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The moment those ability users stopped releasing their powers, the zombies swarmed.

Morgan and Theresa–who arrived right on time with her pack of dogs–used the chaos to slip inside. As soon as they crossed the threshold, the heavy door slammed shut behind them with a thud.

“Aaaargh!”

The soundproof door rattled violently as the undead outside pounded on it.

Theresa stood still, watching the chaos unfold with cold amusement. Right in front of her, the leader of Ark Camp Three had just been dragged down by a zombie.

“Mr. Slade!”

“Mr. Slade!”

The people from Ark Camp Three rushed to his side in panic.

In front of Theresa, two had been infected.

The man in a white mask lay on the ground. He tore open his sleeve, revealing a deep claw mark on his arm. Face twisting with rage, he ripped off the mask.

Underneath was a man in his late thirties or early forties–broad, thick–necked, face full of anger and bloat.

His lips had already started turning pale. Thick beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

The zombie virus had entered his bloodstream the moment his skin broke. It was spreading fast— devouring his insides, scratching at his bones.

He didn’t have much time left.

“Ugh!”

“Mr. Slade!”

“Mr. Slade…”

As his people gathered around him, the camp leader fumbled into his coat and pulled out the Zombie Virus Inhibitor he’d just paid a fortune for at the auction.

Without hesitation, he used it on himself.

If anyone was going to use it, it sure as hell was going to be him.

All eyes were on him as he injected the costly inhibitor. Once it entered his system, he doubled over, groaning as pain seized his body.

Theresa watched the scene unfold with quiet satisfaction.

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She turned to the side, where Lucy lay in a pool of her own blood, struggling to breathe.

Her neck had been bitten clean through. Blood soaked her hands as she pressed against the wound, but it just kept pouring out–dark and fast.

Feeling Theresa’s gaze, Lucy dragged her eyes toward her, locking on with desperation. Inch by inch, she crawled in her direction.

“C–Can you do me… a favor?” she choked out.

“I can’t save you.” Theresa replied calmly, walking her dogs over.

“No… Lucy rasped, and with great effort, summoned a small wallet from thin air–it popped into her hand like magic.

She was a space–based ability user.

Gripping the wallet tightly, she forced the words out: “After I’m gone… I have a lot of things… they’re all

yours.

“Please… just give this to my sister, Lura. She… lives in the Outer Ring.”

Her voice was getting rougher, each breath more shallow than the last. Air bubbled through the wound in her throat, sending tiny streams of blood squirting with every word.

Her skin drained of color, and dark veins began to rise beneath the surface like black vines.

“Ugh…”

Her body jerked. Legs went stiff. Fingers clawed at her neck as she writhed on the floor.

Her eyes, once dark and alive, were fading to a lifeless gray.

I’m begging you…” she wheezed. I’ll give you everything. Just pass it to her.”

Theresa took the wallet. “Alright.”

At that, something in Lucy seemed to let go. A trace of warmth returned to her fading gaze.

“Thank you, she whispered. Please… tell my sister… I can’t protect her anymore. She has to keep living… no matter what?

With shaking hands, she pulled a pistol from her domain.

She gave Theresa a faint, bloodless smile.

“Ugh… ugh… I’m not going out as one of them.”

Pop‘

The shot rang out clean and final. Just as the last of her mind slipped away, Lucy pulled the trigger.

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The bullet tore through her temple. Her cloudy gray eyes lost the last hint of light.

Even in death, she refused to become a zombie.

As her body slumped to the ground, supplies began bursting out of her space around her–boxes, gear, weapons, food–spilling into the room.

Theresa looked down at the girl lying in the middle of it all, her heart unexpectedly heavy.

So far, she had met five of these camp administrators.

Lucy was the only woman among them.

Timothy and Lional, the administrators from the levels one and two of Ark Camp One, were complete sc*mbags–willing to sacrifice others just to survive.

Horace? That old jerk was even worse.

And Morgan? He was nothing but a heartless, power–hungry piece of trash.

Only Lucy… she was different.

She was just a worker.

She took orders. Had no say in anything.

Lucy was the Middle Ring administrator of Ark Camp Two. Her job was to serve the guests, keep them safe, and handle their problems.

Even at the auction, when she ordered that girl to be thrown to the zombies–she wasn’t acting out of cruelty.

She was just doing her job.

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