The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 Countdown to Chaos

Chapter 91 Countdown to Chaos

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Monica swiped the keycard hard across the reader in front of the door.

An alarm blared through the entire second basement level.

“Beep–self–destruct sequence will activate in 30 seconds!”

All doors on the level burst open at once.

Rooms that had been sealed tight–containing zombies–were now unlocked.

With a twisted grin, she glanced back at them all, then slammed the outer door of the second basement shut and sprinted toward the elevator.

As she turned for one final glance, she shot Theresa a wicked, taunting look–and flipped her the middle finger. That’s what you get for crossing me! Rot in hell!

Proud and smug, Monica raced for the elevator, leaving the others trapped behind zombie–infested doors. Just as she reached it, a figure appeared before her.

“Kyle! Kill her!”

Theresa’s voice was cold as ice.

“Raaargh!”

Inside the basement, a pulsing red light flashed overhead, and sirens counted down the seconds. Below the light: zombies–newly freed from their locked rooms–groaned and lunged.

They thrashed, clawed, and staggered like demons unleashed, swarming toward the last pocket of living

prey.

Zombies, uncaged.

“Countdown: 29 seconds!”

“Hrrrrghhh!”

Under the strobing red lights, a zombie in a blue hospital gown opened its gaping maw and lunged forward.

Bang!

Just as the zombie lunged forward, a bullet tore through the center of its forehead. A scorched, dime–sized hole marked the front–but the back of its skull blew open, leaving a gaping, bowl–sized cavity.

Black–red blood and pale brain matter sprayed out in a violent burst. The impact shattered the skull instantly, pulverizing tissue and bone into a flying mess of gore and fragments.

In an instant, the back of its head was reduced to a mangled, bloody crater–gray matter, veins, scalp, and bone smeared together in a single ruined mass.

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One shot. One kill.

The zombie dropped, lifeless.

Lucas, who fired the shot, shouted, “Break through–now!”

With that command, every special ops soldier surged forward at full speed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunfire exploded like a thunderstorm. They weren’t holding back–not now. With a desperate, all–in assault, they blasted through the swarming zombies, carving out a path in the chaos.

Theresa was instinctively surrounded–protected in the center.

Graham and Dave took positions at her sides. The others–those who had shared a meal with her–formed a human shield around her, determined to repay that simple kindness. They fought, killed, and cleared a path for her.

No one even thought about how powerful Theresa really was. In that moment, she wasn’t a fighter, just the only civilian among them–unarmed, untrained, and unfamiliar with military tactics. That made her their responsibility.

Protecting civilians–that was the soldier’s duty.

Even in this hellish apocalypse, some instincts remained, especially for the woman who once fed them when they were starving.

No hesitation. No orders needed. They shielded her, surrounding her with unbreakable resolve.

Ironically, that left Theresa–who had been ready to grab her AK–47 and go full berserker–stuck in the middle with no opening to charge ahead. All she could do was raise her compact Desert Eagle and fire.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Graham and Dave held off the zombies closing in from either side, but the horde was overwhelming. Theresa stayed calm in the eye of the storm.

From her central vantage point, she picked off every straggler that slipped past the others. Any zombie that crossed the line was taken out by her hand.

Together, under pressure and fire, they pushed toward the exit.

But then…

“Countdown: 21 seconds!”

“Countdown: 20 seconds!”

Ten seconds. That was how long it took for them to burn through every last bullet.

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They had already lost most of their weapons back on the first basement level. Their remaining firepower just wasn’t enough.

And there were still over 300 feet to go.

Only 20 seconds left.

Zombies. Wall to wall.

“Aaaaah!”

Just then, one of the special forces soldiers–one of Monica’s former allies–was tackled by two zombies at once. A fallen panel had struck his leg, slowing his escape. He barely had time to react before a zombie latched onto his helmet and bit down hard.

And in that critical moment, a flash of blinding lightning split the air.