The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 634

**TITLE: Kept Woman 634**
**CONTENT: Chapter 634 Another Trip**

“Alright then.” Theresa’s voice, though steady, resonated with an undercurrent of determination that was almost palpable.

She felt the weight of her decision pressing down on her; this journey to Firestone would be a hundredfold more perilous than any she had faced before.

As the heavy gates creaked open, a shiver ran down her spine. The undead were now free to roam, their hollow eyes and decaying forms a grim reminder of the world they had lost. If she dared to step inside, she would have to carve a path through the relentless tide of the dead, a river of despair that seemed to stretch endlessly before her.

The distance was daunting. She couldn’t possibly drag an entire army across that treacherous expanse.

A mere handful of people would be utterly useless, while too many would only complicate matters.

But if the local camp in Firestone could provide her with even a modicum of support, it would mean having at least one more shield to protect her as she ventured into the unknown.

Lucas stood nearby, his gaze fixed on her as she gently lifted Tania into her arms. A flicker of sorrow darkened his eyes, an emotion he could not quite conceal.

Theron, oblivious to the burden that weighed heavily on Theresa’s shoulders, failed to notice the scars etched deep within her soul.

Theresa had never been one to seek help.

She had never groaned under the weight of her struggles, never begged for relief. No matter how desperate the circumstances, no matter how lethal the threat, she had always shouldered the load alone.

At times, she forgot that she was still a young woman, navigating a world that had turned upside down.

She had fought through storms, waded through blood, and walked through fire. Every step she took was a testament to her grit, each day a battle against the gnawing despair that threatened to consume her.

Yet, deep down, she knew she didn’t have to wage this war alone.

Taking a deep breath, Lucas stepped forward, his hand reaching out toward her. “Theresa.”

“What is it?” she asked, a hint of curiosity lacing her voice.

His voice quivered with unvoiced emotions. “Can you trust me?”

“What are you implying?” she replied, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“Just give me Tania. I swear on my life, I will never fail her.”

Her eyes widened in shock, her heart racing. The words struck her like thunder, reverberating in her mind. “Are you out of your d*mn mind? You want to marry my aunt?”

Lucas froze, caught off guard by her explosive reaction, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Theresa felt her heart lurch at the unexpected revelation. The shock was overwhelming, and she spun away, clutching Tania tightly against her chest. “We’ll talk later!” she called over her shoulder, urgency in her voice.

She hurried to the car, Tania cradled securely in her arms, and sped back toward her bunker, her mind racing with thoughts and emotions.

Theresa had always prided herself on being open to choices, but this revelation had struck her like a bolt from the blue.

She was not prepared for this.

Tania lay still and unconscious, and Theresa felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility. She had no right to make decisions for her aunt.

When Tania finally opened her eyes again, the choice would be hers alone. If she desired it, Theresa would stand by her side in support.

Theresa had always respected the private lives of others. If two people found something in each other, it was never her place to intervene.

Yet the moment had left her shaken and uncertain.

She gazed down at Tania’s pale, serene face and whispered with a bittersweet smile, “Aunt Tania, you still know how to turn heads.”

With that, she carried her back into the safety of the bunker.

The weak had already succumbed. Evolved zombies consumed them whole, leaving nothing but despair in their wake.

Only the strongest managed to endure, but even they did so in misery.

They lacked the means to survive. They faced unrelenting attacks. And worst of all, they starved, their supplies dwindling to nothing.

One report after another piled up before her, each one a desperate plea for aid.

Theresa read each one carefully, her heart heavy with the weight of their struggles. Leaning back in her seat, her expression grim, she touched her earpiece, her voice steady yet resolute. “Help them.”

Her warehouses overflowed with supplies. Her alliance produced more every day, but to her, those goods were merely objects.

Yet to others, those items represented life itself. By sharing with them, they would forge a bond stronger than any weapon.

The Starborn Order still loomed over her like a sword, ready to fall at any moment.

Her strength needed to grow, to expand beyond her current limits.

“Send the supplies. Help whoever we can.”

Her voice rang out clear and unwavering.

“Understood!”

Lucas’s voice came through the line, bright and full of energy.

He sprang into action, reaching out to the scattered bases. He coordinated helicopter drops of food and medicine, his mind whirring with plans.

As he made the calls, a smile crept onto his lips, pride shining brightly in his eyes.