The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 530

Chapter 530 The Starborn Order

Chapter 530 The Starborn Order

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Lara couldn’t help but think of Theresa. She had screwed her up, and Theresa had only slapped her a few times. If she had been in Theresa’s place, she would have torn herself apart.

Clutching the rope, Lara scrambled down with the others‘ help, stumbling as she landed. One by one, the rest evacuated as well.

Theresa looked at the mass of zombies still clawing below. They weren’t worth the trouble. Better to leave them for Sage to deal with later. With a sharp pulse of her mental power, she stunned the horde, then seized the rope and vaulted out the fourth–floor window.

The moment her boots hit the ground, the zombies above rained down behind her.

“Run!” Theresa barked.

At once, everyone bolted across the clearing. Behind them, the undead shrieked and scrambled in relentless pursuit.

Run! Faster! Just a little faster! They’re right on us!

Theresa led them out of the castle and into waist–high weeds, retracing their path toward the cliffside where their vehicles waited.

The horde poured out after them, never tiring, while desperation pushed the humans to their very limits.

“Arrghhhhh…”

“Aarrrrghh…”

“Arrrghhh…”

Then came the thunder of engines. An armored truck roared to life. Two Reapers fired up beside it. Doors flung open, the vehicles rolled forward even as people clambered inside, each pulling the next up by the arm.

A blood–soaked zombie, its joints twisted, slammed into the side just as the last of them boarded.

All three doors slammed shut at once. The convoy rumbled away, leaving the horde far behind, their howls fading into the distance.

Inside the armored truck, Sage glanced at Theresa, who was at the wheel. “Ms. Hall, surely

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those zombies weren’t your match.”

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He thought of her bottomless strength. She had cut down a Level 6 mental–type zombie as if it were nothing. A pack of Level 3s or weaker could never threaten her. So why run?

“Stray dogs aren’t my match either,” Theresa said flatly. “But that doesn’t mean I go out of my way to beat every single one I see.”

Sage was at a loss for words.

Strength or not, survival meant caution. And Theresa always played it safe–if she could dodge, she dodged; if she could run, she ran. There was no sense wasting energy, especially when she intended to leave those zombies for Sage’s training.

Before long, their convoy reached Sage’s camp.

“Mr. Arlen,” Theresa said, “I’ll have supplies and Detox Pills sent here in the next couple of days. In return, I expect you to cooperate with clearing the zombies in this area.”

“Once the supplies arrive, I’ll start,” Sage replied.

Theresa nodded, shifted gears, and sped away toward her own base. She had bigger questions to answer–what exactly had that hidden lab been researching?

One name came to mind. Her aunt, Tania.

Hours later, Theresa arrived back at camp and went straight to Tania’s research lab.

Tania was hunched over her instruments, frustration etched on her face as she studied the weakened zombies in the observation chamber. “Why does it always fall just short? What exactly is the zombie virus made of?”

“Aunt Tania.”

The familiar voice carried from outside. At once, the irritation melted from Tania’s features.

“Terry, what is it?”

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