The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 596

r 596 Breakneck Flight

It was clear that at this breakneck speed, they were finally pulling away from the giant zombie chasing them.

Its guttural howls faded back into the thick fog until they vanished completely.

Just as everyone began to breathe a little easier, a lone zombie staggered onto the open stretch

of track ahead.

A deafening thud rang out.

The creature was hurled aside by the speeding vehicle.

But before they could even register relief, Theresa and the others saw what lay further down the railroad: an entire horde of zombies charging toward them.

Their shrieks split the night.

Mouths gaping, bodies lurching, wave after wave of them rushed forward.

In the harsh glare of the headlights, a sign came into view: Firestone South Railway Station.

In just a few minutes of desperate flight, they had raced from the North Station all the way to the South.

Now the platform ahead boiled with zombies, pouring out in a frenzied stampede.

All of them were coming.

The only silver lining was that the eerie green fog outside had begun to thin. Above them, the night sky slowly revealed its stars.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Miles gripped the wheel, plowing over the undead in their path, fighting to bring the car under control and force it to slow down.

But slowing down from that speed was nearly impossible. Every zombie that hurled itself at the car slammed into the armored frame, each impact rattling the vehicle and leaving its mark.

Ahead, the track narrowed–multiple lines merging into one, funneling straight into the South Station platform, where several trains still sat idle.

There was no way they could keep driving along the rails.

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The car was about to lose control.

Miles locked his gaze on the gravel road ahead. After mowing down a dozen more zombies, he wrenched the wheel, shot over the rising edge of the track, and launched the car straight onto the platform.

The wheels thundered against the concrete.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Thud!

The vehicle plowed through the swarm on the platform, its momentum unstoppable.

Tires screeched, leaving long black scars across the ground. Finally, with a jarring skid, the car shuddered to a halt at the far end of the station.

Inside, everyone but Theresa and Quentin were drenched in sweat.

Dominic’s face was pale, his eyes fixed on the car as if he couldn’t quite believe it had actually stopped.

A guttural roar ripped through the night.

A heavy thud struck the side of the vehicle.

A zombie clawed at the door, pressing its blood–soaked face against the glass. Its skull had been twisted askew in the collision, its neck hanging grotesquely behind the spine.

Now it pressed its upside–down head against the window, pounding the glass with arms bent backward at impossible angles, its broken body straining to force its way inside.

Everyone inside the car stared at the grotesque zombie, a chill running down their spines.

Then they realized something.

This was the only one left.

Dominic summoned his metal–based ability. The car door flung open, and at the same time, a blade shot forward, piercing straight through the creature’s skull.

Silence fell.

One by one, they climbed out of the vehicle and turned back to look at the path they had just blazed.

The platform was a battlefield of twisted corpses. Every last zombie had been crushed beneath

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their wheels.

And by sheer luck, that was all the South Railway Station held.

Dominic took the lead, moving cautiously toward the interior. Liam and another man flanked him, while Louisa and Flora followed close behind.

“You two stay right behind me,” Louisa told Theresa, her bright eyes fierce with protectiveness.

Clearly, she saw Theresa and Quentin as the weaker ones.

After all, without this group rescuing them–two people without a car, without gear–they would have been dead long ago.

Theresa said nothing.

With others clearing the way, she had no reason to argue.

She kept close, step by steady step, following them into the station hall.

The scene ahead was wreckage and ruin.

Old bloodstains smeared the walls, and abandoned luggage littered the floor.

Of the two front doors, one hung broken in half while the other was missing entirely.

Inside the hall, only one zombie remained–chained beside the restroom.

The green corpse jerked its head at the sight of the living, letting out a warped, rasping cry.

Its entire face was mottled with a poisonous blue–black hue. Beneath its swollen, bulging eyes, clusters of abscesses festered, as if flies had once laid eggs there.

The largest boil was as thick as a child’s finger, rotting down into the bone. Inside the blackened pit writhed a nest of white and dark specks.

Worse still were its shackled wrists.

Years of restraint had ground the flesh to ruin, Skin, muscle, and sinew had long since torn away, leaving bare bone exposed. The raw edges gleamed ghostly white, scarred with deep scratches from the stainless–steel cuffs.

Sensing prey, the zombie thrashed violently, straining toward them.

The steel clattered with each desperate pull, the exposed bone scraping back and forth against the metal with a grating, sickening sound.

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