**TITLE: Kept Woman 694**
**CONTENT: The Apocalyptic Queen Theresa**
**Chapter 694: Her Protection**
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, shadows began to stretch ominously over the figures gathered in the central square of the city. The atmosphere was thick with tension, a palpable sense of dread hanging in the air.
The once-bustling plaza had transformed into a chaotic scene of desperation and urgency. Helicopters stood ready, their blades whirring impatiently, casting eerie shadows on the ground below. Bennie, with his voice ringing out over the clamor, was desperately calling out names, his heart pounding as he guided children aboard one by one.
Yet, amidst the chaos, only a handful of very young children, tears streaming down their faces as they clung to their parents, dared to step forward. The majority remained rooted in place, fear holding them back like a heavy anchor.
The helicopters had the capacity to transport a thousand, but shockingly, fewer than a hundred children had made it on board. The absence of students from the local schools was striking; it was as if they had collectively vanished into thin air. Teachers and parents alike were left bewildered, unable to find a single familiar face.
Bennie rifled through the roster with growing anxiety. “Emma, have all your kids made it here?” he called, his voice laced with urgency.
Emma stood firm, clutching five small hands that clung desperately to her shirt, their tiny fingers trembling.
“Move them along, now!” Bennie barked, frustration bubbling beneath his calm facade.
“Mom, we’re not leaving!” one of the children protested, his voice quivering with determination.
“Yeah, we’re staying here,” Emma replied resolutely, meeting their wide, frightened eyes with a fierce gaze of her own. “This is our home. We aren’t going anywhere.”
Bennie’s brow furrowed in disbelief. “You’re coming with us!” he insisted, his tone brokering no argument. “Take the kids and get on the helicopter!”
“I won’t leave. This is my home,” Emma declared, shaking her head with conviction, her eyes locked onto Bennie’s.
“The zombies are closing in on the city—dozens, maybe even hundreds. You understand that, right?” he pressed, his voice rising in urgency.
“I do. My dad’s a zombie too. He’ll keep me safe,” she replied, her voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them.
Bennie was momentarily rendered speechless, struggling to comprehend her unwavering stance.
“Get on now!” he demanded, frustration boiling over.
“I’m not leaving. My dad is here. This is my home. I’m staying,” Emma reiterated, her resolve unshakeable. She had already sent the other children away, but she refused to abandon her place.
Her five kids mirrored her defiance, their small faces set in determination.
Bennie felt a surge of anxiety and anger, but reason seemed futile against Emma’s fierce spirit. With no other option, he lunged forward, intending to physically drag her onto the helicopter.
In an instant, the children reacted, swarming around him, fists flying and kicks landing with surprising ferocity.
“You’re a bad guy!” one shouted, while another cried, “Don’t hurt our mom!”
“Let her go!” another voice echoed, filled with desperation.
“Take this!” one of the children yelled, their small bodies working in unison to protect their mother.
Despite Emma’s delicate state, her five children fought valiantly. Each had awakened unique abilities, and together they moved with an agility that belied their size, striking at Bennie from all angles, evading him with a surprising precision.
Bennie froze, momentarily at a loss for what to do next.
Emma’s clear eyes clouded for a moment, then brightened again with a flicker of understanding. “There’s Dr. Larson.”
“She’s heading into even greater danger,” Elias cautioned, his voice low and serious.
“Then I’ll go with her,” Emma declared, lifting her chin defiantly. “I want to go with her.”
“We’ll go too!” the children shouted, their voices rising in a unified plea.
“We want to follow the doctor!”
Most adults would have felt overwhelmed by such fervent determination, but Elias remained calm, a smile lingering on his lips. “Theresa is going to protect us. She’s risking herself for our sake. We can’t make things harder for her.”
Emma paused, weighing his words carefully. “Okay. I understand. You all go ahead.”
With a gentle nudge, she urged her five kids toward the helicopter.
But instantly, they clung to her hands, panic etched across their small faces.
“Mom!” one cried out, desperation in his voice.
“Mom, don’t leave us!” another pleaded, tears pooling in their eyes.
“Mom, please!”
“Don’t leave us!” they chorused, their wide, pleading eyes searching for reassurance.
Emma’s heart swelled with love and determination. For the first time, a glimmer of humor flickered in her gaze, softening her expression. “I’m not leaving you. Just like Dr. Larson did before, I’ll send you off first, one by one. Once you’re safe, I’ll go with Dr. Larson to meet you.”

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