I was reborn. In my last life, the zombie virus destroyed everything. My husband, Mark, only cared about hiding out with his first love, Krystal, in our mansion. He locked me, pregnant and helpless, outside the door. He left me to be torn apart by a horde of zombies. Now that I’m back, I’ll use my father’s industrial park to hoard supplies and build a fortress that no one can break into. In the chaos of the coming apocalypse, I’m done with being naive and kind. Anyone who gets in my family’s way will be left to die. … One second, I was feeling the searing pain of my flesh being ripped from my bones. The next, I found myself back in the master bedroom Mark and I shared. The memory of being eaten alive was still fresh, and my head was splitting open. I instinctively reached out to steady myself on a tall figure next to me, but he violently shoved me away. “Jessica, that’s enough! You got the wedding you wanted, so start acting like it! Don’t you dare think you’ll get anything more from me!” I looked up at the sound of his voice and saw Mark’s handsome face, twisted with disgust. Without another word, he stormed out. I was… back? Fifteen days before the zombie outbreak? I’d been obsessed with Mark since we were kids. In my last life, a drunken night led to me getting pregnant with his child. He only married me because my father forced him to, and he hated me for it. To be with him, I put up with everything. I even looked the other way when I knew he was still messing around with Krystal. After we were married, I was nothing more than his full-time maid. He barely glanced at me, his pregnant wife, let alone took me to a single prenatal appointment. When the apocalypse began, he tricked me into going out, claiming we needed more supplies. It was just an excuse to get me out of the house so he could move Krystal in. When I came back, exhausted and loaded down with groceries, they had locked the doors. They left me outside to be eaten alive by zombies. The gut-wrenching pain is a feeling I’ll never forget. I felt my life draining away, along with the life of my unborn child. Now, I scanned the room. This was a huge, isolated mansion in an upscale suburban community. It was the largest property on the block. No wonder Mark was so desperate to kick me out and bring Krystal in. But wait. There had to be another secret about this house. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have risked coming back here. I searched every corner of the house, tapping on the walls. Finally, I found something strange behind the wall-mounted TV. There was a hidden emergency shelter. I went down the stairs and discovered a massive space. It was perfect for stockpiling supplies. And it was already half-full. Could it be? Did Mark know the zombie apocalypse was coming all along? It all suddenly made sense. That’s why he was willing to marry me, even though he hated my guts. He just wanted my family’s money to buy this house. My parents never liked him, but I was blinded by love. My dad finally caved and paid for the house, hoping Mark would treat me right after we were married. But he never gave me a second glance, not even as I was dying outside his door. I’ve seen how horrible the zombies are. I’ve felt it firsthand. Now that I have a second chance, I refuse to die a fool’s death again.
Seeing this underground space, I knew Mark had been preparing for a long time. And if he knew in advance, he was definitely keeping it from me. I had to act fast and build a real safe house for myself and my family. Mark’s mansion was isolated, but it was still in a rich neighborhood with too many people around. Once society collapsed, this place would become a target. It wasn’t safe at all. Then it hit me. My father owned a huge, abandoned industrial park dozens of miles outside the city. I remember questioning him about it, saying it was a bad investment. But my dad said that business wasn’t just about profit. He said buying the land helped the previous factory owner out of a tough spot. Who knew that piece of land would end up saving our entire family? It was far from the city, massive, and perfect for stockpiling a mountain of supplies. It was the ultimate location for an apocalyptic fortress. With a rough plan in mind, I drove straight to the industrial park. But when I got there, I realized it wouldn’t be so simple. The place was a wasteland, overgrown with weeds. The huge warehouses were old and falling apart, with leaky roofs that wouldn’t stand a chance against the horrors to come. Looking at the mess, I felt a wave of despair. That, combined with my morning sickness, made my stomach churn. I knew I couldn’t handle this alone. I drove straight to my parents’ house. The park was a wreck, and I had no idea how to renovate it, but I had a father who could get anything done. When I got home, I didn’t waste any time. I told them everything—about my rebirth and the coming zombie apocalypse. My parents were stunned for a long moment. But seeing how deadly serious I was, they fell silent and began to think. “Dad, Mom, you have to believe me!” I pleaded. In my last life, Mark didn’t just betray me. He also stole the credit card my father gave me, using our family’s fortune to buy his own supplies. Meanwhile, my parents were trapped in their city home. They starved to death. This time, I would not let history repeat itself. “It’s okay, Jessica. My poor daughter, you’ve suffered so much,” my mom said, her eyes telling me she believed every word. “Robert, you heard her!” My dad slammed his fist on the table. “I told you that son of a bitch Mark was no good! Why didn’t you tell me how much you were suffering?!” I said nothing. I knew how stupid I had been. “Alright, Robert, don’t blame her now,” my mom cut in. “The most important thing is to listen to Jessica. We need to start gathering supplies immediately. Survival is all that matters.” My eyes welled up with tears. The feeling of being eaten was still terrifyingly real, but I had no time to get emotional. I immediately laid out my plan to turn the industrial park into an “underground Noah’s Ark.” My father’s anger vanished. He took my rough sketches, glanced at them, and immediately called one of the top security construction firms in the city. “Dave? It’s Robert. I need a favor. I’ve got an industrial park that needs an urgent overhaul. That ‘off-grid survival’ design you mentioned to me once sounds a lot like what I need. Can you send a team to the site today?” “Money is not an issue. I care about quality and speed.” “Of course, Mr. Robert. We’ll see you on-site in an hour.” You can’t beat experience. My dad has been in the business world for decades; his connections and efficiency were second to none.
When we got to the industrial park, I showed the foreman, Dave, my sketches and list of requirements. He was incredibly efficient. His team generated a 3D model on their computer right there on the spot. Their process was seamless. My dad and I gave him a credit card with no spending limit. We gave him our list of required materials, from steel and concrete to solar panels, and laid out the exact zoning for each area. Most importantly, all exterior walls and security systems had to be built to the highest military-grade, blast-proof standards. “Dave, as long as you can meet all our requirements as quickly as possible, money is no object.” The foreman took the card, nodded seriously, and immediately got his crew and equipment moving. The workers started right away, tearing down the old asbestos panels and laying a new foundation. The whole place was a whirlwind of activity. My dad took the design plans and pointed to the sewage system. He told Dave, “Don’t connect this to the city’s grid. I want an independent biogas energy recycling system.” I immediately understood what my dad was thinking. Biogas could be used for electricity and heat. I quickly added that the construction company should dig a massive underground bunker in the farthest corner of the park. This would ensure we had enough storage space and a final escape route. My dad immediately called the head of the construction company and added a few hundred thousand dollars to the budget. He demanded they double the number of workers and run three shifts around the clock to get the job done in the shortest time possible. With my dad’s money backing us, things moved at lightning speed. We became their top priority. They brought in more workers, and their efficiency was astounding. Digging the bunker, reinforcing the warehouses, installing blast-proof doors—they didn’t miss a thing. In just a few days, the rundown industrial park was completely transformed. The most impressive part was the underground bunker. All the living quarters could be accessed through secret passages. Even though we already had three layers of protection on the surface, it was always good to have another way out. One day, the foreman, Dave, couldn’t hold back his curiosity. “Boss, this underground space is big enough to build an apartment complex. Do you really need it to be this large?” My dad was quick on his feet. “In business, you always have to plan for future expansion. Just securing the space in advance.” The workers nodded, not quite understanding, and went back to their work. The construction was on track. I showed my mom the shopping list. She frowned, crossed off some of my choices, and wrote a new, more professional list. The staples were replaced with vacuum-packed rice and flour that could be stored long-term, ordered by the hundreds of pounds. We were buying shipping containers full of compressed biscuits, military MREs, all kinds of canned goods, antibiotics, first-aid supplies, and toiletries. We also needed to buy tons of frozen chicken and pork, and hundreds of large freezers to store it all. “No, wait,” my mom said suddenly. “According to you, the power grid and internet will go down completely. We have to be prepared for everything. Go buy more chicks and feed. We have plenty of space, we can raise our own!” “Dad, Mom, thank you for trusting me without question. I need to go home for a bit so Mark doesn’t get suspicious about what we’re doing here.” “Silly girl! Be safe. Your mother and I will always have your back. Don’t worry about things here, we’ll stay in touch.” After returning to the house, I received the final design plans from the construction company on my phone. After a careful review, I told the crew to add another layer of steel plating to all interior and exterior walls. Our fortress was nearly surrounded by mountains, making it difficult for zombies to climb over. The entire park covered a huge area. Once completed, the outer perimeter would be the first line of defense. Inside, there were layers upon layers of protection, plus a double-layered dome and a natural air circulation system. We could survive normally even without external power and water. I was extremely satisfied with the overall design. There were still about two weeks left. Plenty of time. Just as I was feeling relieved after reviewing the plans, the front door of the house suddenly opened. Mark shouldn’t have been home at this hour. But the person who walked in was Krystal.
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