The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 681

**Kept Woman 681**
**Chapter 681: Home at Last**

Could even Ms. Hall save him? The thought sent a shiver through Lily, tightening her stomach into a knot of dread.

With the overwhelming number of high-level zombies swarming that dreadful place, it seemed almost impossible that even Ms. Hall could pull him back from the jaws of death.

But if she couldn’t… Lily’s heart sank as she lowered her head, her fists clenching tightly at her sides, nails digging into her palms.

No, she wouldn’t let despair consume her. She would make one final attempt to rescue him. This time, she would go alone.

Together in life, together in death.

“Honey, just wait for me,” she whispered to the wind, her voice barely audible over the chaos around her.

In that moment, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap broke through the cacophony of gunfire and the growls of zombies. A helicopter, like a beacon of hope, approached as the first rays of dawn began to illuminate the sky.

The helicopter descended gracefully beside Lily, its blades slicing through the air with a hum that promised salvation.

As the cabin door swung open, a wave of familiar faces emerged, the first to step into the light of their home once more.

Calvin, leading the charge, felt a rush of nostalgia wash over him as his feet touched the solid ground of their base. It was as if no time had passed since they had left, yet everything had changed.

They were back.

Though their absence had only spanned a day and a night, the rescue mission had stretched into what felt like an eternity.

They had battled countless high-level zombies, faced an underground horde, and survived a relentless zombie Legion, escaping from one life-or-death scenario after another. And now, against all odds, they had returned!

The weight of their survival was almost too much to bear, a mixture of relief and disbelief flooding their hearts.

Behind Calvin, a few others who had been trapped for days felt their knees weaken, overwhelmed by the intoxicating thrill of being alive.

They were home.

Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined this moment would arrive.

When they had been confined in that underground warehouse, the grim possibility of dying there had loomed over them like a dark cloud.

Now, standing alive on the walls of their base, they watched the sun rise anew, and tears of joy streamed down their faces, unrestrained and pure.

They were all home. They had made it back!

Just then, a figure clad in a winter coat dashed toward them, moving with a speed that seemed to defy the very air.

“Honey!”

Lily pushed her way through the throng, her heart racing as she sank into the arms of the last man to descend from the helicopter.

Clara barely had time to protest before she landed with a thud, the impact jarring her.

Lily, still holding Harrance tightly, was momentarily taken aback by the sudden turn of events. She loosened her grip, her concern for Clara taking precedence.

“Clara, what happened?” she asked, moving forward to assist her friend.

Clara had been a constant presence in Lily and Harrance’s lives for more than a decade. Back in high school, she had even shared a desk with them, her eagerness to learn evident in her every action. She had requested to sit next to Lily, hoping to absorb her knowledge, and the teacher had happily obliged, impressed by her dedication. That arrangement had lasted throughout their three years together.

Clara had been there every time Lily tutored Harrance, but despite her efforts, her grades had shown little improvement over the years. In the end, only Lily and Harrance had been accepted into the province’s prestigious university. Clara had made the difficult decision to forgo a distant second-tier school and enroll in a junior college closer to home instead.

She had once confided in Lily that she felt a deep attachment to them, unable to imagine her life apart from their companionship.

Whenever Lily and Harrance ventured out on dates, Clara would tag along, going out of her way to cross between schools just to have lunch with them.

Once, sensing something off, Lily had jokingly asked Harrance if he thought Clara had feelings for him. His reaction had been furious and disgusted. “That Clara? She doesn’t deserve me.”

Yes, Clara was no match for Lily—less attractive, from a poorer background, and burdened with a sensitive, petty personality.

Lily had never viewed Clara as a threat, so she had never felt the need to guard herself. Later, when she decided to work as Harrance’s assistant to keep other women at bay, she had found a job for Clara as well, thinking it would keep her close without causing harm.

Even when the apocalypse began, Clara had remained by their side. Thanks to Lily’s trust and her own determination, she had continued to join Harrance on missions.

Lily had never doubted her.