I died once. Got stoned to death by a mob because a pretty girl with a heroine halo got jealous of my usefulness. Last thing I heard was her confession...she was the one who opened the gates to let the zombies in and pinned it on me.

It was real touching stuff.

The next thing I knew, I woke up in silk pajamas with a second chance.

Here's the thing about knowing the apocalypse is coming: you prepare. I emptied grocery stores, stole weapons, filled a spatial storage with enough supplies to outlast the end of the world. I also learned my lesson about powers—they drain your life force, and I'm not dying twice for the privilege of throwing vines around.

So I stayed home in the mansion I shared with my guardian and his head of security.

But I decided to take the last bit of advice I had been given in my previous life: 'Stay home.'

Done. I'm not going anywhere and no one is going to be able to move me if I don't want.

Unfortunately for me, I stole the wrong thing in this life, and now I have another two men in my house who think that I don't know what I am doing.

Four men...a billionaire guardian, his head of security, a weapons dealer, and his quiet enforcer...they all tried to convince me to evacuate.

When that didn't work, they tried to leave without me. Funny how that works out when you realize the only stable thing in a collapsing world won't budge. Suddenly, their evacuation plans don't matter anymore. Suddenly, they're staying too.

I'm not here to save anyone. I'm not the hero. I'm just a woman who's already survived this once, and I'm not interested in repeating my mistakes.

But survival? That's my specialty.

And apparently, I'm everyone else's, whether I like it or not.

Author's Note:

This is in a completely different world from my previous ones. This is a fresh start but with all the things you come to expect from me. There will be no crossovers (Gasp... I know!)

The particulars:

MFMMM

No MM

Age gap

Zombies