The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 686

**TITLE: Kept Woman 686**
**CONTENT: Chapter 686 The Calm Before the Storm**

In a world turned upside down, they were forced to witness the unimaginable—a heart-wrenching spectacle where their loved ones—parents, spouses, children, best friends, classmates, and coworkers—transformed into grotesque, flesh-eating monsters right before their very eyes. The very essence of humanity was stripped away, leaving only hollow shells of the people they once knew.

Every survivor present had endured that harrowing loss, a painful reminder of the lives they had once cherished.

Finished.

It had been four long years since the onset of this apocalyptic nightmare. Four years of navigating a blood-soaked landscape, one teeming with the undead, all wearing the familiar faces of those they loved. The memories of laughter and joy had been replaced with the haunting echoes of despair.

Each person gathered here had made sacrifices, some small and some monumental, to carve out a makeshift sanctuary where humanity could cling to life. They had poured their blood, sweat, and tears into this struggle, each drop a testament to their resolve to survive.

If only the zombie apocalypse had been a natural disaster, it would have been easier to comprehend. But the truth was far more sinister; the suffering they endured was born of human greed and ambition.

The Starborn Order was a blight on the Earth, a festering wound that deserved nothing less than total annihilation.

They needed to be wiped from existence.

“From this moment forward, the Starborn Order is our enemy!” Lucas declared, his voice laced with fury as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of such grim news. The iron grip he usually held over his emotions was crumbling, revealing the raw anger beneath.

“Yes!” came the fervent response from the gathered leaders.

“That’s right!” another voice chimed in, filled with righteous indignation.

“They deserve to die!” echoed a chorus of agreement.

The base leaders roared in unison, their voices a powerful testament to their shared conviction.

Theresa felt a surge of strength course through her, her heart steadying with their unwavering support.

Thank the heavens none of them harbored any sympathy for the twisted ideology of the Starborn Order. They were human, and they would never turn their backs on their kind. They would never side with the monsters that roamed the earth.

“Theresa, what should we do next?” Lucas asked, his eyes searching hers for direction.

“I had Bennie set up a global broadcast. We need to unite our numbers. The more of us, the better our chances. We’ll provide supplies for free and invite every human camp to join our alliance,” she replied, her mind racing with the possibilities.

“Agreed!” came the enthusiastic response from the crowd.

“Yes!” another voice shouted.

“We must stand united!” a third added, their resolve palpable.

“All humans are one of us!” they proclaimed, a rallying cry that echoed through the makeshift hall.

“The Flowers Camp is willing to donate all extra points and supplies!” one leader announced.

“Our camp is in the same boat!” another chimed in.

“Ms. Hall, we’ll contribute to your cause too! Our funds are at your disposal!” yet another declared.

“We’ll support the relief effort unconditionally!” Each camp leader stepped forward, one after another, their voices ringing with determination.

A knot that had been tightly wound in Theresa’s chest began to loosen as she absorbed their eager support.

Though the barrier held firm, it began to dissolve upon contact, a troubling sign that sent a jolt of dread through her.

Could that be…

Just then, Bennie rushed toward her, his eyes wide with panic.

“Theresa, it’s bad!” he exclaimed, breathless and frantic.

Meanwhile, a fleet of high-speed micro-fighters soared ominously overhead, casting shadows over Solen Camp.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Did you just say that your cousin wants you to marry Mr. Rowen? Is she… alright in the head?” Louisa’s incredulous voice crackled through the radio, cutting through the tension.

Flora, huddled in a small room, felt utterly despondent.

Yes, Arwen had definitely lost her mind.

Her cousin had been relentless, pestering Flora to marry Solan simply because she herself could not have children. All Arwen wanted was for Flora to “give him an heir” in her stead, an idea that made Flora cringe with humiliation.

Flora was left flabbergasted by Arwen’s audacity. In that moment, she couldn’t help but regret not accepting the offer to join the Blazing Sun Alliance when she had the chance.

She should have gone with her parents; she should have seized the opportunity.

Her regret deepened as she listened to Louisa share tales of the Blazing Sun Alliance, painting a picture of hope and camaraderie that felt so far out of reach.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Flora summoned the last remnants of her courage and sent a text to Louisa, her fingers trembling as she typed, ‘Louisa, is Ms. Hall still accepting people? Can I bring my parents along if I join you guys?’