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.