The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507 Beyond the Walls

Chapter 507 Beyond the Walls

Juno curled up in the corner of the helicopter, batting away anyone who dared to reach for her. Her body shook as she sobbed, raw and loud, like a child who had lost the world.

The sound clawed through the cabin. Every tear, every ragged breath cut deep into the others, leaving a pain they couldn’t shake.

“Juno was once our boss,” Wesley muttered, staring at the floor. “She was with Ronald, our project manager. Desmond was constantly interested in her and jumped right in after they split.”

“We never truly understood what caused their split,” Wesley went on, his voice heavy. “Their relationship never appeared to be right from the start.”

“That’s because she never truly liked Desmond,” Eli added quietly.

The words hit like glass shattering.

Juno’s cries rose even more. She held her chest, her grief contorting inside until it erupted into

a scream.

I said it myself–I never liked him. I despised him. I swore I’d carry that hate to the grave, and I’d take him with me if I went down. That was the deal.

He was selfish and heartless, constantly abandoning others to protect himself. He earned every bit of it.

So, why does this feel worse than watching Ronald stay behind and be torn apart?

Perhaps that’s the hardest part–hate isn’t as clean as I thought. The boundary between love and hate blurs until I can no longer distinguish where one ends and the other starts.

Why did he behave like a monster but still treat me better than anyone else?

Juno cried intensely, feeling as if her chest might burst.

“Juno…”

The others whispered her name, helpless to stop her grief.

The helicopter tilted, blades chopping the air as it began its descent.

When they touched down, Juno was entirely exhausted from crying. She slumped in the corner, her eyes swollen, while the others sat lost in their own thoughts.

They remained confined inside that office tower for three years, with no one aware of what was beyond its walls.

Zombies still roamed the world, and supplies grew more scarce than ever. When pushed to the limit, people could become even more terrifying than monsters.

Some braced themselves for the worst, afraid that the outside world was more brutal than anything they’d known.

Others dared to hope.

To them, Theresa’s team appeared strong and disciplined, seemingly confident in their actions. Perhaps the world outside was like the survivor camps whispered about in stories- structured, organized, built on rules.

The rules were undoubtedly strict, allowing no exceptions for stragglers. Still, even the most stringent order was preferable to complete chaos.

Then, they saw it.

Voices echoed throughout the square as people waved at Theresa, with bright and clean faces full of energy.

“Theresa, you’re back!”

Someone asked, “Picked up some new faces?”

“Yeah. They’re going to K1 Camp,” Theresa answered casually, tossing Lucas a look that spelled it out–these people were his to handle.

Her stance was obvious. They weren’t welcome under her roof.

She didn’t lack workforce. Every role was covered. Anyone new had to bring something worth fighting for–strong abilities, sharp skills, or a will that could survive fire.

Just like the students and their teacher pulled from that school teeming with zombies–clever, durable, and valuable. Those were the ones Theresa bothered keeping.

Juno’s group wasn’t like that.

She was the only one possessing an ability–a water–based ability that, in theory, could be useful. If she ever became more assertive and took the initiative, Theresa might change her

mind. The problem was that Juno remained overly reserved and introverted.

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