The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 644

**Kept Woman 644**
**Chapter 644: Inferno Run**

A deep, primal snarl erupted into the stillness of the night, a sound that sent chills racing down the spine.

From the writhing mass of decaying bodies, a grotesque figure sprang forth, bounding with an unexpected agility that was reminiscent of a wild creature.

This was no ordinary zombie; it wore the remnants of a once-bright yellow courier uniform, a stark reminder of its past life as a delivery worker.

Now, its movements were disconcertingly swift—far quicker than any of its fellow undead. Its limbs had twisted and mutated into something horrifying, hands and feet grotesquely enlarged, resembling claws more than anything human.

The sneakers that had once adorned its feet were now nothing but shredded remnants, dangling pitifully as it moved. Its swollen, corpse-white toes clawed at the ground, desperate for purchase.

With a sudden lunge, it kicked another zombie aside, the poor creature’s face meeting a brutal end beneath the courier’s foot. The sickening sound of bone cracking echoed in the air, and its bulging eyes burst free from their sockets with a wet snap, trailing optic nerves behind them.

The eyeballs landed with a dull thud, quickly ground into the mud by the relentless horde that followed.

The mutated courier pressed on, relentless in its pursuit, climbing over the bodies that lay strewn across its path, drawn irresistibly by the scent of living flesh—the sweetest of prey.

But then, without warning, it collided headfirst into an invisible barrier.

A sharp thud reverberated through the air, and moments later, an explosion erupted.

The blast shook the very atmosphere, halting the pack of zombies in their tracks.

Those outside, poised to swarm through the opening, suddenly veered off course, their insatiable hunger redirected by the thunderous noise.

At that precise moment, Theresa’s Aeroshield flickered, a brief flash of uncertainty in the chaos.

A glint of silver sliced through the darkness—a clean strike that split two zombies’ skulls open with a sickening crunch.

Two gleamstones, glowing with power, dropped neatly into her palm: one for mental manipulation and the other for speed.

Theresa didn’t spare them a glance. As soon as she grasped the gleamstones, her Aeroshield snapped back into place, solid and radiant.

A wave of searing flames erupted before her, carving a fiery path through the throng of the undead.

Seizing the opportunity created by the explosions outside, which had drawn a portion of the swarm away, Theresa surged forward, forcing her way out of the underground garage with a fierce determination.

As she approached the exit, her eyes darted back to the parking area behind her, where rows of abandoned cars stood—many still intact, a potential lifeline in this nightmare.

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**Chapter 644: Inferno Run**

Just before bursting into the open air, she lifted her hand and hurled a massive fireball back into the garage.

The explosion followed almost immediately.

A thunderous clap of sound rattled the ground beneath her feet as every car inside erupted into flames, a fiery spectacle that illuminated the night.

Amidst the inferno and the cacophony of destruction, Theresa sprinted for her life, cutting through the chaos like a comet.

The zombies outside, already drawn to the first explosion, were now whipped into a frenzy by the new, even louder blast, surging toward the burning garage like a tidal wave.

Theresa held Quentin tightly against her back, urging herself to run harder, run faster.

Run. Run faster.

Behind her stretched a tide of darkness—an endless, undulating mass of the undead, relentless in their pursuit.

“Theresa! We’re here!” Louisa yelled, her voice rising above the din.

Louisa and her crew stood surrounded by piles of zombie corpses, a grim testament to their struggle.

As Theresa called out, she noticed Orren still crouched over the last body, prying a gleamstone from its skull with frantic determination.

The moment they heard her voice, the car engine roared back to life, and Orren scrambled aboard in a panic, urgency written all over his face.

Theresa frowned at the sight of the vehicle racing toward her. She didn’t have the time or patience for any arguments now. The second the car slid back to the platform, the glass doors behind her gave way completely.

A deafening crash echoed through the station as shards of glass sprayed in every direction, a chaotic shower of destruction.

Then came the tide.

Zombies poured through the shattered entrance like a black wave, an overwhelming force that threatened to consume everything in their path.

And this was after most of them had already been drawn away by the explosions in the underground garage.

At that moment, Firestone was nothing but a city of the dead, a haunting reminder of what had been lost.

Theresa glanced at the flood of zombies surging toward her, grabbed Quentin by the arm, and vaulted onto the roof of Louisa’s vehicle.

The modified truck roared into overdrive, the sudden acceleration pinning her against the frame as they sped away.

Miles slammed his foot on the gas, propelling them forward into the chaos.

Theresa gripped the overhead bar with one hand, holding Quentin tight with the other as the car shot out of the station, blazing a trail through the mayhem that surrounded them.