Reborn in the Apocalypse, This Time I Abandon the Trash Novel

Chapter 1 I was reborn . In my last life , when the zombie outbreak hit , my husband Carlos was solely focused on bunkering down in a mansion with his first love . He locked me , pregnant with his child , outside the door and let the zombies tear me apart alive . After I was reborn , I turned my dad's factory into a fortress and stockpiled supplies with frantic urgency . When the apocalypse comes , " saints " will be the first to die . Anyone who stands in the way of my family's survival is someone I plan to cut loose .

I died in a bloody haze , zombies tearing at my flesh until there was nothing left . Then , in a heartbeat , I was back in the bedroom Carlos and I had shared as newlyweds . At that moment , the memory of my past life , of teeth tearing through my flesh , still hadn't faded . My skull felt like it was splitting apart . Instinctively , I grabbed for the tall figure beside me , only to be flung off hard . " Jade , enough . You got the wedding you wanted , just like you begged for . From now on , you had better behave . Don't get any more bright ideas . " Following the sound , I lifted my head .

Carlos's handsome face , twisted with disgust , filled my vision . He spat the words at me , then turned and walked out . I had actually gone back to two weeks before the zombie outbreak . Carlos . I'd had a crush on him ever since we were kids . In my last life , at the very end , he got drunk , lost control , and I ended up pregnant unexpectedly He was forced to marry me , which was exactly why he had resented me so much . In that life , just to stay by his side , I had put up with everything , even though I knew he kept his precious first love right under my own roof .

After the wedding , I was basically nothing more than a live - in maid in my own home . He treated me with utter disdain , barely sparing a glance at my pregnant belly , let alone setting foot in a clinic for my prenatal checkups . R ReelShort OPEN Their setel torren vered , sparking sty When the world ended , he coaxed me into buying extra supplies , but only so he could bring his first love back to our new place . After I finally dragged everything home , they locked me outside the door . They left me there to be eaten alive by zombies .

I remembered the exact , agonizing feeling of my heart being torn from my chest . I had felt everything slip away , including the child that had never even had a chance to be born . Now , I took in every detail of the room . It was part of a sprawling mansion in the most open part of the city , no close neighbors , no buildings crowding it in . No wonder that in my last life , Carlos had been so desperate to throw me out and bring his precious Anna back here . Something was off . This house had to hold a secret I was never privy to .

Otherwise they never would have gone to such lengths to return here . I grabbed a high - powered flashlight and swept it carefully across every corner of the place . Sure enough , something behind the TV cabinet looked out of place . There was a hidden door , leading to a basement . I went down and stared . The space was enormous . It would have been perfect for storing supplies , and even now , half of it was already filled . So , had Carlos known all along that the zombie outbreak was coming ? Suddenly it made sense .

No wonder that in my last life , even though he had been so reluctant to marry me , he had still insisted that my family help pay for this mansion . My parents had never liked him , but back then my whole world revolved around him . In the end , my dad had paid for it , hoping Carlos would treat me well after we married . Yet even when I died on the doorstep outside this house , he hadn't spared me a single look . I had already seen what zombies were capable of . With a second life handed to me , there was no way I would stumble through it as blindly as I had the last time .

Chapter 1 R ReelShort Lucia Morh Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she's not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.