The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 500

Chapter 500 Falling Out

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Desmond, who was hacking away at the stairway, immediately turned and swung his fire axe at the zombie

instead.

He had just chopped off the first zombie’s hand when another scrambled onto the stairway. He hurriedly slashed at the next zombie. Fighting defensively, he struggled desperately to hold the line.

Just when it seemed as though he was going to lose the battle, Wesley’s voice came from behind.

“Get up here, now!”

He hastily turned and ran, sprinting across the crumbling platform between the fifth and sixth floors. As soon as he safely made his way across, the Wilde siblings quickly destroyed the last remaining section of the stairway.

The few zombies that had managed to climb onto the fifth floor were just about to charge forward–only to lose their footing and plummet to the ground again.

Desmond stood there, gasping for breath as he watched the zombies falling backward.

Though he was relieved to have survived the ordeal, he knew it–they were running out of options.

Once the zombies reached the stairway on the fifth floor, it would only be a matter of time before they jumped to the sixth floor.

Their previous strategy of destroying the stairway was no longer working…

What now?

Do we hide further upstairs? But there are zombies on the upper floors too…

We don’t know what’s the situation there… Desmond pondered. Besides, it’s only a matter of time before we die.

Everything was over the moment the zombie horde entered the building.

He suddenly turned to look at Theresa, who had been watching the chaos from the stairway on the sixth floor.

“You have to help us!” Scrambling up the stairs, he practically crawled to her feet. “Don’t you have a helicopter? Take us with you!”

“Why should I?” She looked at him lazily.

“I’ll share half of our supplies with you!” He gritted his teeth and promised. “Just get us out of here!”

She raised an eyebrow at his words. “Do you think I care about those measly pots of potatoes?”

Her retort left him speechless. He didn’t even know where to begin responding.

It was the apocalypse, for crying out loud!

There was no way potatoes weren’t considered valuable resources!

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Chapter 500 Falling Out

“Then, tell me what would it take for you to get us out of here?”

Theresa briefly considered the request.

Taking a few people with her wasn’t out of the question.

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The Blazing Sun Alliance was always short on manpower, so having more people would be beneficial. It wasn’t as though these people would become a burden.

The biggest problem was–these people had not left a great impression on her.

Furthermore, none of them stood out to her in any way. They were neither particularly special nor useful.

The people she had rescued in the past either had special abilities or redeeming qualities. Take Eva Hunter, for example; she was a capable and courageous woman with real leadership skills.

But these people? They were nothing more than fodder to make up numbers.

Not to mention, there was Cecilia and Juno. One was weird and troublesome, and the other was too kind for her own good.

Theresa glanced at the time. Lucas would be done in about five minutes.

“Alright,” she agreed. “If you can hold off the zombie horde until my men return, then I’ll take you with me. Also, you’ll have to hand over the bag of pasta I gave you–along with the potatoes.”

The potatoes did not impress her, but there was no point in wasting resources. She might as well take whatever she could.

Desmond hesitated.

“I’m telling you now,” she added casually, “if you manage to survive and leave with me, you’ll look back and realize–giving me those meager supplies was a steal.”

Everyone stared at her.

Those words… What did they mean?

There was no time to think–another wave of zombies was surging toward them.

Roar!

“Alright!” Desmond gritted his teeth and made his decision. “I’ll agree to your conditions, but you must save us! You have to take us with you!”

“Let’s get this right,” Theresa calmly clarified. “You only get to leave with me if you manage to survive. I won’t guarantee your safety, you’re not part of my camp. I’m only offering seats on the helicopter to those

who survive.

“Whether you live or die, that’s on you.”

“Deal!” He nodded grimly.

When he nodded his agréement, Cecilia suddenly interrupted.

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Chapter 500 Falling Out

“I disagree!”

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Theresa turned her gaze toward Cecilia.

Cecilia’s eyes widened in outrage. “There’s no way we’re handing over our supplies to you! We grew those with our own blood and sweat! You want our stuff, yet you won’t guarantee our safety!? That’s not happening!”

Theresa couldn’t be bothered to argue. She simply turned to Desmond and said, “You have thirty seconds to give me an answer.”

“Cecilia, this isn’t your call,” Desmond snapped.

“Are you out of your mind, Desmond?! That woman is going to take our supplies and then leave us to die! How will we survive if we have nothing?!”

Various thoughts spun around his mind like a tightly wound spring. Surrounded by the howling of the zombies below them and Cecilia’s words echoing endlessly in his ears, his head throbbed from the

pressure.

“Screw it, it doesn’t matter. We must leave with them!”

Giving their supplies to Theresa might compromise their future survival. They could die, but there was also a chance for them to survive.

Staying here, on the other hand, meant guaranteed death.

“Who cares if you agree? I disagree!” Cecilia yelled.

“I don’t agree either!” Matthew, the man who had previously stolen from Cecilia, suddenly joined the conversation.

“We disagree too!” Another couple added. “We don’t trust her! Give us back our share of the supplies–we’ll split up from here!”

Desmond’s expression darkened. He looked around at the remaining people in the room.

The rest of the group remained silent, saying nothing at all.

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