Reborn in the Apocalypse, This Time It's My Turn to Abandon the Scum

In the previous zombie outbreak.

In my previous life, a zombie outbreak occurred, and my husband Jagger only cared about taking his beloved Emma to hide in our mansion.

He locked me, pregnant with his child, outside, leaving me to be eaten alive by zombies.

Now that I was reborn, I would use my father's factory to hoard supplies and build a fortress.

In this chaotic world, I would eliminate anyone who tried to play the saint and gets in the way of our survival!

...

Before I died, I was brutally devoured by zombies. In the blink of an eye, I found myself back in the bedroom of the home I shared with Jagger.

At that moment, the memories of being torn apart by zombies were still fresh, and my head throbbed with pain.

Instinctively, I reached out to the tall figure beside me, only to be harshly thrown aside.

"Ava, enough! I've already given you the wedding you wanted. From now on, behave yourself! Don't think about asking for more!"

Following the sound of his voice, I looked up to see Jagger's handsome face filled with disgust. After speaking, he stormed out, leaving me behind.

I had returned to the time two weeks before the zombie outbreak!

Jagger... I had loved him since I was young, and in the previous life, he married me reluctantly after a drunken mistake led to my pregnancy.

This made him resent me deeply.

In my last life, I endured everything just to be with him, even though I knew he kept his beloved Emma on the side.

After our marriage, my life turned into that of a housemaid.

He barely even looked at me, even though I was pregnant, let alone accompanied me to any prenatal checkups.

When the apocalypse arrived, he sweet-talked me into buying supplies, but it was all to bring Emma to our new home.

By the time I returned with the supplies, they had locked me out, leaving me to be torn apart by zombies.

The pain of that betrayal, the tearing of my flesh, was still vivid in my memory.

I could still feel the loss of my unborn child.

At this moment.

I looked around the room — this mansion was in one of the most open areas in the city.

No wonder, in my last life, Jagger was so determined to kick me out and bring Emma here.

No.

There must have been a secret in this house that I didn't know about. Otherwise, why would they go to such great lengths to return here?

I carefully scanned every corner of the room with a laser.

Sure enough, I found something unusual behind the TV cabinet.

There was a basement here.

I went down to check, and the space was enormous.

It was perfect for stockpiling supplies. Half of it was already filled.

Could it be that Jagger knew all along that the zombie outbreak was coming?

Suddenly, everything made sense. No wonder, even though he hated marrying me, he still insisted that my family contribute to buying this mansion.

My parents never thought highly of Jagger, but I was head over heels for him back then.

In the end, my father paid for it, hoping Jagger would treat me well after the marriage.

But even as I died outside, he never once looked at me.

I had seen firsthand the horrors of zombies.

In this second life, I couldn't afford to be as clueless as I was before.

Seeing this underground space made me realize that Jagger had been prepared all along.

Since he knew in advance, he would definitely be on guard against me.

I needed to start planning my own safe house. While Jagger's mansion was in an open area.

But the surrounding area was all residential, and it was not a long-term solution. The safety here was completely inadequate!

Then it hit me — my dad owned a huge factory on a desolate mountain in the old town on the outskirts.

At the time, I had questioned why he bought that land, thinking it would never appreciate in value.

But my dad said that as a businessman, one must accumulate good deeds, not just focus on immediate profits. The factory provided the livelihood of the former plant manager.

Who could have guessed that now, that factory could actually save our family's lives!

It was far from the city, and we could stockpile plenty of supplies — the perfect location.

With a plan forming in my mind, I immediately drove to the factory in the suburbs.

But when I arrived, things were more complicated than I had imagined.

The place was desolate, overgrown with weeds, and the roof was leaking and dilapidated — it was in no condition to withstand a zombie apocalypse.

I looked at the rundown environment and felt a bit of despair. On top of that, my pregnancy made me nauseous.

I also realized this wasn't something I could handle on my own.

So, I drove back to my parents' house.

Although the factory was very simple, and I didn't know how to improve it, but who let me have a rich dad.

When I got home, I didn't hide anything. I told them about my rebirth and warned them of the impending zombie apocalypse.

My parents were stunned for a moment but quickly realized I wasn't joking.

"Mom, Dad, you have to believe me!" I pleaded earnestly.

I recalled how, in my previous life, not only did Jagger deceive me, but he also took my father's bank card, drained it.

He used the money to stockpile supplies.

In the end, they died of starvation in the house... I would never allow this to happen again!

"Alright, Ava, you've been through so much," my mom said gently. "I can tell you're not lying."

My dad slammed his fist on the table in fury. "I told you that Jagger was no good! How could you go through so much and not tell us sooner?!"

I remained silent, knowing how foolish I had been in my past life.

"Alright, stop scolding her!" my mom interjected. "The most important thing now is to follow our daughter's plan and start gathering supplies. Survival comes first."

My eyes filled with tears. The memory of being eaten alive by zombies still haunted me, but there was no time for emotions.

I immediately shared my plan to turn the factory into an underground Noah's Ark.

My dad, his anger forgotten, took the blueprint from me and made a call to the city's top renovation company.

"Ava, I need your help with a project. I have a factory that needs extensive renovations. Your company's design philosophy and style are just what I need. Can you send someone to the site today?"

"Money isn't an issue. I care about quality and speed."

"Great. See you at the factory in an hour."

It seemed my dad's business acumen and connections would come in handy.

When we arrived at the factory, I showed the foreman the plans. He worked efficiently, immediately having his team draft 3D models on-site.

They were clearly experienced. My dad and I handed over a card.

Gave him the list of required materials and make sure to clearly specify the divided areas.

Most importantly, we stressed that the materials needed to meet the highest standards of durability and be delivered immediately.

"As long as you meet our requirements quickly, money is no object," I said.

The foreman accepted the card, nodded repeatedly, and quickly instructed his workers to get started.

The team got to work smashing the old wooden boards outside the dilapidated shelter, and everything began moving at full speed.

My dad, reviewing the design plans, pointed out the layout for the bathroom and wiring.

I emphasized to the foreman, "Don't flatten this area. Let's convert it into a biogas system."

I immediately understood that biogas can generate electricity.

So I quickly had the construction company dig out the corner of the first floor to build an enormous underground bunker to ensure ample storage space.

My dad hurriedly called the person in charge of the renovation company and transferred hundreds of thousands more.

He explained the new requirements and asked them to double the number of workers to speed up the completion.

With my dad's support, everything went twice as smoothly. By giving them enough money, we became their top client.

The more workers they sent, the faster the progress. They constructed the bunker, built greenhouses, and installed reinforced steel doors, missing nothing.

In a short time, the once dilapidated factory had undergone major changes.

The most notable was the bunker; all rooms could connect to the underground. Although we had already implemented three layers of external protection.

We still wanted to have more fallback options in case of emergencies.

One day, the foreman couldn't hold back anymore and asked us.

"Boss, this underground space could fit several buildings. Why does it need to be so big?"

My dad, quick on his feet, responded, "We're businesspeople. We're planning to expand in the future, so we're securing the space early."

The worker nodded, still a bit confused, and continued his work.

The construction was progressing smoothly.

So I showed my mom the procurement list. She frowned and crossed off my list, writing a new one.

The staples were changed to vacuum-packed rice and over a hundred pounds of flour. Compressed biscuits, canned goods, penicillin, medicine, and daily necessities were all purchased in bulk. She also added a lot of frozen chicken and pork and hundreds of freezers for cold storage.

"No, this isn't right. If there's no water and electricity later, we need to be fully prepared. Let's also buy some chicks and feed. Since it's a factory, there's plenty of space. We'll raise our own livestock!"

"Dad, Mom, thank you for trusting me! I'll be heading back soon, and don't tip off Jagger."

"Silly girl! Stay safe. Your mom and I will always have your back. Don't worry about the factory; we'll stay in touch."

After returning to the new home.

I received the blueprints from the design company on my phone. I reviewed them and instructed the construction team to add another layer of steel plates to all the interior and exterior walls.

The place was already surrounded by mountains on all sides, so it would be difficult for zombies to get over the ridges.

The factory covered about 2,000 square meters. After the design was complete, the outer wall would be the first layer of defense.

Inside, layer upon layer was added, along with a double dome and natural ventilation layout.

Even without water and electricity, it ensured survival.

I was quite satisfied with the overall design. There were still over two weeks left, and everything could be completed on time.

Just as I finished reviewing the plans and was starting to relax, the door to the new home opened.

Logically, Jagger shouldn't be home at this time.

To my surprise, it was Emma who walked in!

"How did you get in?"

I asked, shocked, as I watched Emma saunter forward.

"Oh, of course, Jagger gave me the key. You, an intruder in someone else's nest, it's about time you got lost!"