The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 646

**TITLE: Kept Woman 646**
**CONTENT: The Apocalyptic Queen Theresa**

**Chapter 646: No Survivors in Firestone**

Louisa’s mind raced as the horrifying truth settled in. “They’re not survivors!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with disbelief. The weight of the realization crashed down on her like a tidal wave.

Theresa, with a fierce intensity, tightened her grip around their throats, her eyes narrowing into icy slits. “You just figured that out?” she hissed, her voice laced with a mixture of contempt and frustration. “The toxic fog has been suffocating Firestone for over two years. There’s no way any ordinary survivors could have endured that hell for so long.”

In other cities, there was still a flicker of hope amidst the chaos of the zombie outbreak, but Firestone? It was a graveyard, devoid of life. Not a single living soul remained—except for Professor K, of course.

“Starborn Order sent you, didn’t they?” Theresa’s voice was low and dangerous, her gaze piercing through the two women standing before her.

The sight of them sent a chill down her spine. Their bodies twisted at grotesque angles, skin pale as death itself—not merely a result of the green poison gas, but a ghastly hue reminiscent of corpses, a spectral white that echoed the very zombies they fought against.

Suddenly, the daughter transformed first. Her eyes clouded over in an instant, turning a dismal ash-gray as her body began to convulse violently. With a primal snarl, she lunged at Theresa, jaws wide, teeth gnashing like a wild animal.

But before she could reach her target, Theresa’s reflexes kicked in. With a swift, practiced motion, she snapped the girl’s neck sideways.

A blade whirled through the air, finding its mark with deadly precision, striking the freshly turned daughter squarely in the forehead.

In one fluid motion, Theresa dispatched the newly created zombie, her expression unflinching.

Next, the mother began to change, trembling violently beside her. But Theresa noticed something peculiar—only one of her eyes had gone gray. The other still held a glimmer of humanity, a stark contrast to the horror unfolding.

Just like Quentin’s.

But the resemblance ended there, as the woman—half-human, half-zombie—let out a feral roar, lunging forward with the relentless strength of the undead. Any trace of the woman she once was had vanished entirely. Without a moment’s hesitation, Theresa unleashed another flash of steel, and the woman crumpled to the ground.

The entire confrontation unfolded in less than three seconds, a brutal ballet of survival.

Once the mother and daughter lay lifeless on the ground, Theresa knelt beside them, her fingers deftly searching their bodies. She discovered two access cards, each emblazoned with a sword emblem—the unmistakable insignia of the Starborn Order.

Theresa pocketed the cards, her expression hardening into a mask of determination.

They must have known Professor K was in her grasp. They had anticipated her arrival in Firestone and had come prepared for a confrontation.

Inside the vehicle, an oppressive silence fell over the group, thickening the air like fog.

Louisa and the others turned pale, the reality of their near-death experience hitting them like a freight train. They had risked everything to save those two, only to discover that they were harbingers of doom.

Orren’s gaze was fixed on the two figures he had fought so desperately to rescue, his heart sinking as he processed the grim truth. They had arrived with an agenda, and now he was left grappling with the bitter taste of betrayal. The realization struck him like a punch to the gut, stealing his voice and leaving him in stunned silence.

“What are you waiting for? Move! Drive anywhere there’s a road left!” Theresa barked, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

“What is it?” Theresa asked, her grip tightening on her seat, her eyes darting to Quentin, seeking reassurance in his presence.

“Theresa, there’s another pit ahead.” Miles glanced over his shoulder, his face taut with tension.

A deep trench cut across the road once more. This one wasn’t as wide—maybe twelve feet—but it was still a dead end.

To the left, a steep mountain wall loomed ominously; to the right lay the railroad tracks, beneath which lay the ruins of Firestone.

Behind them, another pit awaited, sealing their fate.

They were trapped on all sides, with only one option left: up the mountain. But as Theresa gazed at the near-vertical slope, a chill of dread coursed through her. It felt like a death sentence.

They couldn’t abandon the truck.

Thick waves of poisonous mist were already rolling out from the depths of Firestone, surging forward like a relentless tide. In less than two minutes, it would engulf them completely.

Even if they managed to escape the zombies, the toxic gas would claim them as its next victims.

“Theresa,” Dominic interjected suddenly, his voice steady yet urgent. “I have an idea. We can build a makeshift bridge across the pit—then drive over it.”