The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 570

The Apocalyptic Queen Theresa

Chapter 570 She Is Ruthless

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Patrick grinned with a sinister edge, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes gleamed with a feral, almost predatory intensity.

Theresa met his gaze with unflinching calm. Without a word, she turned and strode toward the floor–to–ceiling window behind her.

She drew back a corner of the heavy blackout curtain.

Bang-

A bloody handprint pressed against the glass.

A zombie snarled and panted on the other side, its gaping mouth dripping saliva across the

pane.

Rain hammered down outside, soaking the zombie. It writhed violently against the glass, teeth scraping with a grating, bone–chilling sound.

Theresa’s eyes remained icy, her focus shifting beyond the glass.

Their building was surrounded.

Through the torrential downpour, seventy, maybe eighty zombies clustered around the entrance. Few had reached their floor yet, but as she lingered by the window, some seemed to sense her presence, shuffling closer.

Theresa drew the curtain closed and stepped back, using her mind power to gauge a safe perimeter.

Everyone had to stay near the center of the living room–or risk drawing the zombies toward

them.

“Not too many out there,” Patrick’s voice crackled in her ear. “When we came in, a car blocked the security booth. We didn’t break through much–maybe a hundred zombies followed us in.”

Theresa turned, her gaze fixed on him.

“We’re all just trying to survive,” Patrick continued, his greedy eyes flicking from her to the half–eaten instant noodles. “Why not work together?”

His eyes roamed greedily from Theresa to the food they were eating–instant noodles.

After a grueling day of fleeing for their lives, they had managed to scavenge only a few expired cans–food they weren’t even sure was safe to eat.

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And yet these people had stumbled upon something so much better.

Their luck was nothing short of extraordinary.

“We’re not teaming up with you!” Steven barked.

“Absolutely not!” Brandon, Tyler, and Caleb chimed in, rising to their feet.

Theresa’s group totaled seven–five men, two women–not a force to underestimate. Normally, no one would dare provoke them.

Patrick’s crew had suffered that day. Only thirteen remained, all fatigued and battered. He assessed Theresa’s group–lean, capable, and ready.

“Are you sure about this? We outnumber you. Letting you join us is a favor,” he taunted.

“Right–like betraying your own team counts as a favor,” Brandon shot back.

Patrick’s face darkened as he fixed his gaze on Theresa. “Last chance. What’s it going to be?”

Her response was sharp and unwavering. “Get lost.”

She stepped forward, shoving a heavy shoe rack between the groups, drawing a clear boundary.

“Stay inside this area. Step out, and you die.” Her tone was merciless, eyes icy and unwavering.

One of Patrick’s men sneered, refusing to back down. “Who do you think you’re threatening?”

He lunged past the barricade.

In an instant, Theresa’s katana flashed from her back.

With a single, precise motion, she severed his head clean off.

Screams erupted from the women on Patrick’s side, alerting the zombies outside. They banged and howled in response. The men quickly covered the women’s mouths, terrified to let out another sound.

Theresa didn’t flinch. She held the bloodied blade, staring Patrick down.

He spat through gritted teeth. “Everyone, stay behind the cabinet. Don’t cross that line.”

Only then did Theresa sheath her katana. She wiped it clean on the corpse, kicked it aside, and walked away.

“D*mn! She’s ruthless,” Patrick muttered, watching her retreat. He ordered his people to drag

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