The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 Nowhere to Run

Chapter 70 Nowhere to Run

Thick globs of white brain matter mixed with black–and–red fluids oozed down his face in heavy, wet drops.

His month gaped like a bottomless pit. The zombie’s entire skull looked ready to come apart at any second, blood and gore straight out of a horror movie. Worse still, his stomach had been gutted straight through.

“I’ve seen ugly.” Theresa muttered, stomach turning. “But not this ugly

It was pure savagery,

Who knew what kind of torment he went through before death to end up like this?

She squinted for a better look.

Oh no, You’ve got to be kidding.

Wasn’t this the same guy from yesterday? The one who attacked them and then got taken down himself- the earth–based ability user?

“Theresa, it’s him,” Kyle said. “That earth–based ability user from yesterday. He turned.”

“Rahhh!” Dane snarled at Theresa and Kyle. His lifeless gray eyes sparked with a flicker of hate.

There was something in him–just a trace of memory from his former life. Enough to recognize his

enemies.

He lunged at them.

Boom!

A high–pressure stream of water blasted toward his head.

Crash!

To Kyle’s shock, the wall beside him crumbled with a thunderous roar, collapsing between them and Dane. The water jet slammed into the debris instead.

A dark figure darted out of the wreckage, hurling toward Kyle.

Instinct took over. Kyle sidestepped and lashed out with a fierce kick. His boot struck the shadow squarely, sending it flying down the stairwell.

Years of elite special forces training meant his reflexes kicked in faster than thought–zombie or not, nothing could sneak up on him.

But just as he regained his footing, the stairs beneath Kyle gave way.

Concrete cracked, rebar snapped. His foot slipped into thin air, and he began to fall.

Theresa grabbed his shoulder in a flash, hauling him back up with one strong pull.

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But it wasn’t over.

The staircase kept collapsing. With no time to set Kyle down, Theresa slung him over her shoulders and sprinted upward.

Step by step, the stairs crumbled behind them.

Chunks of concrete crashed around them as the stairwell disintegrated floor by floor. Through the falling debris, Kyle spotted a figure down at the very bottom.

“Theresa!” he shouted. “That zombie with an earth-based ability–he’s still got his power! And it’s stronger than before“”

“I know!” Theresa replied, charging toward the roof.

The final set of stairs suddenly gave out beneath her. One foot missed its mark, but she didn’t stop.

She launched upward, skimming the wall with Kyle on her shoulders. Kyle reached out just in time, catching the third–floor stairwell door frame.

Now it was his turn to hold on.

With one hand clamped on the sealed emergency exit and both legs locked around Theresa’s waist, Kyle twisted his body and flung her toward the narrow ledge next to the door.

She landed on the tiny strip of concrete,

Kyle followed a split second later, vaulting up beside her.

Boom!

The entire stairwell gave way. All that was left were snapped steel bars and crumbling walls.

Kyle and Theresa clung to the edge of the doorway–balancing on a ledge barely wide enough for half a

fool

A 30–foot drop yawned beneath them.

One wrong move and it was a straight fall into darkness.

And worse–behind them, the emergency exit was locked tight. But the zombies inside had caught their

scent.

Dozens of them smashed against the safety door.

Blood–slicked zombie faces pressed against the tiny glass window, just inches from Theresa’s eyes.

It was nightmare fucl.

“Theresa!” Kyle barked. That mutant zombie disappeared!”

He’d been trying to sense Dane’s location, but with an earth–based ability, Dane had the perfect hiding

spot.

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Once he ducked into the rubble, he vanished from Kyle’s senses completely.

Out here. Kyle’s water–based power was useless.

This was Dane’s battlefield–and they were losing.

In front of them: a deadly fall.

Behind them: a horde of undead.

No way out.

Then Theresa closed her eyes.

In the darkness behind her lids, a vivid image bloomed–an intricate map of the land around her.

Her powerful mind scanned outward like radar, reaching as far as she could push it.

Within her psychic field, the person beside her glowed in deep blue.

Behind her, seventeen or eighteen zombies pulsed in murky gray.