The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 583

Chapter 583 The Blood–Soaked Survivor

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Just as Theresa had expected, they had chosen the right location. That was why the rescue team reached them first, making her group the very first to be picked up.

The helicopter veered off toward other parts of Stratford.

From her seat, Theresa saw with her own eyes how others had survived in sheer desperation.

One man had hidden inside a bronze statue surrounded by zombies. He had endured three days without food or water, soaked in rain the whole time. But because he couldn’t move and the helicopter couldn’t land, he was abandoned–disqualified after making it so far.

Others were just as unlucky. Some were swarmed by zombies the moment they tried to reach the extraction point. Anyone bitten, clawed, or caught was immediately forsaken by the helicopter as well.

It wasn’t until the very end, when the operation was about to close, that Theresa saw the second person to clear the assessment.

He was drenched in blood from head to toe, as if he had been soaked in it. His clothes were stained a deep brown, and he stood atop a plaza monument surrounded by corpses. In his hand was a machete, collected from somewhere along the way.

By the time he was lifted into the helicopter, his abilities were drained, his body empty of strength. His face was ghostly pale, his lips cracked, and streaked with dried blood.

His features were almost unrecognizable, though the structure of his face suggested he wasn’t unattractive. His hand trembled violently as he clung to his weapon, but he never let go.

Inside the helicopter, bottles of water were passed around. Everyone drank greedily. The blood–soaked man was clearly desperate for it too. He snatched a bottle but, shivering, couldn’t twist the cap open.

“Beautiful, that guy’s about done for,” Quentin murmured lazily, leaning back in his seat and tilting his head toward Theresa.

She had already noticed. On his third failed attempt, his fingers too stiff to even grip the grooves, a bottle with an already opened cap rolled to his side.

After drinking, the man raised his head, blood clinging to his lashes. Through the blur, he saw light–her.

“Beautiful…”

“Shut up. I’m taking a nap. Wake me when we arrive.”

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Watching as Theresa closed her eyes to rest, Quentin lifted his lips in a quiet smile. “Alrighty.”

He pulled a blanket from the cabin and draped it over her, then adjusted the air vent so it wouldn’t blow on her.

The helicopter’s blades beat the air as it returned to the island. The moment they stepped onto solid ground, a wave of warmth greeted them, and the survivors felt as though they had crossed into another world.

More than three thousand had taken part in the trial. Only eight were left alive. Of those, six owed their survival to Theresa. Which meant that apart from her group, the only other person who had made it was the man drenched in blood. Everyone else had been left behind in Stratford.

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