The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 510

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Chapter 510 The Girl Called Vinny

Bang!

The armored vehicle crushed the plastic bag under its wheels and sped forward.

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Theresa kept mulling over the intel Bennie had given her. Between Branford and Crestmont lay a tourist zone of farm–style resorts, about an hour or two’s drive from either city. The area had once thrived, which meant there were likely plenty of zombies still around.

Just as she was thinking this, a little girl of seven or eight suddenly darted onto the road ahead.

Screeeech!

The armored vehicle braked hard. Kyle reacted quickly, but the girl had appeared too close- there was no way to stop in time.

Bam!

The vehicle clipped the girl, sending her sprawling onto the pavement. Malnourished and pale, her face went even paler as she grimaced in pain, struggling to crawl back up.

At that moment, a large crowd came rushing from the other side of the street.

“Where’s that brat?!”

“Vinny Walsh!”

“Get out of here!”

The girl, hearing her name, ignored the pain and scrambled to her feet, bolting in the opposite direction.

“There she is!”

“Where do you think you’re going?!”

The mob surged after her like they were chasing livestock. They caught her quickly, pinning her down as she thrashed wildly, screaming, “I don’t want to be meatfolk! I don’t want to be meatfolk!”

A sharp slap cracked across her face. The man leading the group glared down with eyes like blades, cruel and bloodthirsty. “Take her back.”

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Chapter 510 The Girl Called Vinny

“Stop.”

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A cold voice rang out behind them. Only then did the group notice the armored vehicle nearby. Instantly, they dragged the girl back, glaring warily as figures climbed out.

Theresa stepped forward with Tyger and Quentin at her side. Kyle stayed behind the wheel. She looked at the mob–hard eyes, coiled tension, murderous energy. This was the look of people who had truly been forged in the apocalypse.

Most survivors she’d encountered before had either been rescued early or had enough resources to avoid the worst. They were sheep tormented by disaster. But these people–like wolves and tigers–were predators who had clawed their way to the top. Just like the ruthless Sage Arlen she’d once crossed paths with.

“I’ll take the girl.” Theresa didn’t waste words. She dropped two fifty–pound sacks of rice onto the ground.

The mob’s eyes gleamed green at the sight of food. A second later, Tyger raised his rifle, the black muzzle aimed squarely at them. The predatory glow in their eyes dimmed.

The leader stared at Theresa, his wolfish gaze flickering before he finally rasped, “Fine. But two pounds of food for one pound of her weight.”

It was a crude barter–life traded by the pound.

Theresa remained expressionless as she tossed down two more sacks of rice.

The men shoved the girl forward as they snatched up the grain. Blood smeared at the corner of her lips, her face deathly pale as she stumbled toward the sacks. The moment she was free, she didn’t run to Theresa. Instead, she spun and bolted for the far side of the road.

“Vinny, you little b*tch–how dare you run?!” one of the mob shouted, lunging to chase.

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