Doomsday Hoarding Starts with a Mansion Replaced by a Cave

When I woke up again, my uncle was lying on the sofa in my house unreasonably. He crossed his legs and forced us to exchange his three-bedroom house for his dilapidated house in the mountains. My dad was so angry that he almost had a heart attack, and my mom was trying to chase people away with a rolling pin. But I straightforwardly agreed to my uncle's request. Only I know that there are still two weeks until the zombie virus outbreak. Replacing a dilapidated house in a busy city with a quiet place in the mountains, is there such a good thing?