The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99 The Strong Take What They Want

Chapter 99 The Strong Take What They Want

A soft laugh echoed from inside the armored car in front of him.

That laugh made Logan’s heart sink. “Hey, friend, how about this–eighty–twenty split! You take eighty, we take twenty!”

Silence,

“How about ten percent for us? We’ll help you out–you lead us in! You can’t carry all the stuff inside anyway!”

A puff of smoke drifted from the roof hatch. Inside, Theresa looked down at him from her high vantage point. “I already told you–you go in first. We’ll go after you’re done looting.”

Theresa wasn’t sharing with anyone.

Not even ten percent.

Logan heard her domineering reply and knew he was out of options.

He had no leverage to bargain with.

The power gap was too wide.

He stared at the car for a long time, then turned and walked back to his group, frustration written all over his face.

As soon as he returned, his small team rushed up to him.

“Logan, how’d it go?”

“Who are they?”

“Did you ask them to team up

with us?”

Logan glanced back at the large, armored vehicle and waved them off. “They’re not interested in working with us.”

“So, what now?”

Logan looked at the massive hog farm ahead. “One last push!”

Five minutes later, Theresa watched from a distance as the group gave up and retreated from the farm, defeated.

She waved her hand. “Drive.”

With a roar, her armored car shot forward like a missile, barreling into the hog farm.

When her strength was absolute, she didn’t negotiate–she bulldozed.

Two hundred yards away, the retreating group turned to see her vehicle smash through the gates they had

Chapter 99 The Strong Take What They Want

tried to breach for so long. Their eyes filled with awe.

The powerful were always admired.

Logan’s gut twisted. He realized now–they never needed him. They had the strength. He didn’t

Just then, the busted gates gave way, and a few stray zombies stumbled out.

They smelled fresh meat and lunged toward Logan’s group, snarling.

“Run!”

“Fall back!”

They weren’t like Theresa–if they faced more than three zombies at once, escape was their only option.

They had to retreat quickly.

Inside the farm, Theresa let loose her dogs. They spread out, tearing through the remaining zombies with ruthless precision.

She stepped down from the vehicle and immediately stepped on a book titled “Postnatal Care for Breeding Sows.”

Theresa squatted down and picked it up.

Good book. Worth keeping.

This was a small–to–mid–sized black pig breeding farm–more accurately, a contract grow–out facility for a larger hog producer.

Years ago, her city had overhauled its pig farming industry, banning backyard operations. All hogs now had to be raised in certified facilities and sent to designated slaughterhouses for processing.

This particular farm didn’t even need to breed pigs–just raise them to full size.

The farm signed contracts with the parent company, which supplied piglets, technical support, and precise weight benchmarks. The farm was paid based on the final weight of the pigs upon delivery.

Their job was simple: raise pigs.

No private sales allowed. Every piglet was registered on arrival, and the final shipment had to match up. Even piglet deaths had to be reported and turned over to the company. No pork could be sold under the table.

It was a closed–loop system—traceable and tightly regulated.

Theresa eyed the book, wondering if someone here had been planning to secretly breed their own pigs.

She tucked it away and headed into the pigpens with Kyle.

There weren’t many zombies left–they had all either been crushed during the vehicle’s entry, fled, or been killed by the dogs. The huge farm was practically clear now.

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Chapter 99 The Strong Take What They Want

As she stepped into the pen area, a wave of stench hit her like a brick wall.

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At least she’d arrived in time–most of the pigs were skin and bones, but about seventy percent were still alive.

“Kyle, keep watch outside.”

“Yes!”

Kyle turned and left without hesitation.

Theresa stood before the massive pen system and moved from stall to stall, pulling the still–living pigs into her domain.

The stench was overwhelming.

God, it reeks.

Farming wasn’t for the faint of heart.

Just as she was finishing up the third pen, she felt a gaze sweep across her back.

Her powerful mind instantly locked onto its direction–and at the same moment, a high–pressure water round fired straight toward the source.