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

Seeing that underground space , I started to realize Carlos had been preparing for a long time . If he'd known in advance , then he would have guarded against me too . I had to start planning a safehouse that belonged to me . Carlos had chosen this " marital home " because it sat in an open area , but it was still surrounded by regular neighborhoods . That wasn't a long - term plan . The security level was nowhere near enough . Then it hit me . My dad owned a massive factory out in the old district , on a barren hillside on the outskirts of the city.

Back then , I'd even questioned why he'd bought such a plot of land when it would never increase in value . But my dad had said a real businessman prioritizes long - term reputation over chasing fast gains . The factory allowed the previous owner and workers to keep their jobs . I hadn't expected that place to end up saving our entire family's lives . Far from the city and with plenty of space to stockpile supplies , that factory was the perfect choice . Once I had a rough plan , I got in my car and drove straight out to the factory .

But when I arrived , I realized it wasn't as simple as I'd imagined . The place was desolate , weeds everywhere . The sheds were old and leaking , the whole setup looked like it would fall apart at the slightest touch, and it would never hold against zombies when the end came . I stared at the surroundings , worried . Worn out by stress and the pregnancy , I was overcome with nausea . I also realized this wasn't something I could solve completely on my own . So I drove straight back to my parents ' house .

The factory was crude , and I didn't even know how to transform it , but that was where having a wealthy father gave me an advantage . When I got home , I didn't hide anything . The moment I walked in , I told them I'd been reborn , and that a zombie apocalypse was coming . My parents froze for a long time . But when they saw I wasn't joking , they fell silent and started Chapter 2 15.38 % ReelShort OPEN in soon discovered . sparking a community - wide ... thinking hard . " Mom , Dad , you have to believe me , " I said , forcing myself to stay steady .

In my last life , not only had Carlos lied to me , he'd stolen the bank card my dad had given me and gone on a spending spree . He'd drained my family's money and turned it into supplies for himself , while my parents ended up trapped at home with no way out . I could still see it , the way they'd starved to death . This time , I wasn't going to let it happen again . " Okay , " my mother said , her voice thick . " Jade , you've suffered . I can tell you're not lying . Your father . " My dad slammed his palm on the table , furious . " I told you Carlos was no good !

You went through all that and you're only telling us now ?! " I stayed quiet . I knew exactly how stupid I'd been in my last life . " Enough , " my mom snapped at him . " Stop scolding our daughter . The priority is listening to her . We move supplies . We survive . " My eyes burned . The memory of being eaten alive still made my skin crawl , but I didn't have time to sit in grief . Instead , I laid out my plan , turning the factory and its underground space into a hidden ark . My dad's anger cooled instantly .

He took the sketch , studied it , then picked up his phone and called the most secure high - end design and renovation firm in the city . " Dave , I'm going to need your help , " he said into the phone . " I've got a factory under my name that needs a major retrofit . The design concept you mentioned to me last time is exactly what I'm looking for . Can you send a team out today to do an on - site evaluation ? " " Money isn't the issue . I care about quality and speed . " " Good . Then we'll meet at the factory in an hour .

" There was a reason my dad had survived the business world for decades . When it came to pulling strings , he always had plenty of connections . Chapter 2 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.