Apocalypse Hoarding: Trading a Luxury Mansion for a Cave from the Start

When I woke up again, my uncle was shamelessly sprawled across our sofa,

legs crossed as he demanded we trade our three-bedroom apartment for his dilapidated, isolated house in the mountains.

My dad was so furious he was on the verge of a heart attack, while my mom grabbed a rolling pin and went to drive him out.

But I agreed to my uncle’s demand without hesitation.

Only I knew the zombie virus would break out in two weeks.

Trading a dangerous home in the bustling city for a quiet place in the mountains? What a deal!