The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 590

Chapter 590 Into Firestone

Steven nodded furiously under the weight of their threats.

But when their words turned toward Theresa, the tone softened completely.

“Be careful.”

“Don’t lose your communicator–check in anytime.”

“Do you have enough supplies? Still carrying a gun? I can give you more weapons.”

“No need. All of you, head back,” Theresa ordered.

At her command, the group reluctantly withdrew.

Only then did Steven begin to piece it together, slow and stunned.

“Theresa… all of them, they’re…”

“My crew,” she replied simply.

Steven’s eyes went wide.

Of course. This was Theresa.

Unshakable, unstoppable.

She was exactly as formidable as the stories made her out to be.

“Didn’t I tell you before? You should’ve come to my alliance. It’s safe there,” Theresa continued. “Your old campmates have already moved in.”

Steven swallowed hard, his throat dry.

If he’d known just how powerful Theresa really was, he never would have stepped into Divine Academy’s inner camp in the first place.

They’d been blind–short–sighted fools.

“What’s

your assignment this time?” Theresa asked.

“My job is to deliver you and then leave.”

“You’re leaving? Not waiting for me?”

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“That’s right. I’ll drop you off, and someone else might pick you up later.”

“Why not stay with us?” Quentin pressed, seizing on the loophole.

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Steven shook his head violently. “I can’t. This helicopter’s rigged with a timed explosive. If I don’t return on schedule, it’ll detonate.”

That silenced Quentin.

Inside the helicopter, two full kits awaited them: headsets connected to the comms system, locators flashing their target coordinates, and packs crammed with compressed biscuits, canned meat, energy bars, and bottled water.

The supplies were generous this time.

But Theresa wouldn’t touch any of the food.

She had seen with her own eyes how easily Divine Academy poisoned what they offered.

She packed everything neatly, slinging it over her shoulder.

Steven checked the instruments. “We’ve locked onto the location.”

The helicopter thundered down onto a rooftop helipad.

They had reached Firestone.

It was an industrial city, bristling with chemical plants and crowded with migrant workers.

The population wasn’t as overwhelming as Stratford’s, but it was easily twice the size of Ansford.

They had landed in the city’s northwest quarter, while the locator in Theresa’s hand pointed southeast–where their rescue target awaited.

“Why didn’t you drop us right by the target?” Quentin demanded.

“I don’t know. I just follow orders,” Steven replied.

“I know exactly what they’re doing,” Theresa cut in, her eyes flashing cold.

They wanted to test her strength–to see what she was truly capable of.

The helicopter lifted off again, its roar echoing through the concrete canyons.

Below, the noise drew the horde. Zombies surged from every direction, howling and snarling as they swarmed toward the building.

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