All Chapters of Rich Girl Transforms Into Doomsday Survival Maniac: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

Before I could even leave the mall, I heard my baby's voice in my belly again."Mom, buying food isn't enough! We need a generator! We need antibiotics! Honestly, a couple of shotguns would be even better."My knees buckled, and I nearly wiped out on the polished marble floor.Was my unborn child trying to get arrested?Once I was safely inside my car, I took a deep breath and patted my stomach. "Baby, stop scaring me. We live in a society with laws.""I'm not scaring you! In my last life, I was barely a fetus in your belly when the zombies turned us into an all-you-can-eat buffet! My skull still hurts from them biting me!"The imagery was a bit too vivid.A wave of goosebumps broke out across my skin.To prove this voice wasn't just a symptom of a mental breakdown, I decided to test him. "Fine. What's your dad's safe combination?"That safe was Gabriel Gibson's absolute sanctuary. No one knew the code but him."Please, that's easy. It's 0925 plus your birthday. Dad's a hopel

Chapter 2

When I got home and looked at the multimillion-dollar imported lawn and exotic gardens, my heart bled.None of this junk would be edible or stop a zombie."Cody, tear it all out."The butler, Cody Hewitt, who was mid-snip with his shears, flinched and nearly took off his finger."Mrs. Gibson, Mr. Gibson had these tulips flown in specially from overseas…""Rip them out!" I snapped, tossing my Hermès Birkin onto the ground. "Am I the lady of this house, or are you? I don't like flowers. I've developed a pollen allergy, okay?"Cody looked at me like I'd lost my mind, but he eventually waved the gardening crew over to start digging.Watching those gorgeous, blooming flowers get yanked out by their roots, I had only one thought—potatoes.We had to plant potatoes.They had a high yield and were highly filling.Right on cue, the commander in my belly chimed in, "Mom! Those floor-to-ceiling windows have got to go. They're too fragile. A zombie could put its head right through them. Y

Chapter 3

With Gabriel's approval, I grew even bolder.But while he wasn't stopping me, his wallet wasn't a bottomless pit either.My previous buying spree had already maxed out the supplementary credit card he'd given me.The remaining balances for the construction crew and the supply orders were still gaping holes in my budget.Gabriel was swamped at work lately, and I felt bad constantly asking him for cash. After all, in his eyes, I was just having a massive episode.I turned my attention to the walk-in closet.Inside was a whole wall of jewelry and hundreds of designer bags."Mom! That green bangle! The one Grandma left you? That thing can fetch two whole crates of antibiotics in the apocalypse! Sell it!"I hardened my resolve and packed all my valuables into a large suitcase.I used to cherish these things as if they were life itself. Now, they were nothing but dead weight.I dragged the suitcase to the biggest pawnshop in the city.To liquidate it all as fast as possible, I did

Chapter 4

Only ten days remained until my baby's predicted D-Day.Karlie hadn't been slacking off either. She was busy spreading rumors all over our social circles.She claimed that Gibson Group's capital chain had snapped, that Gabriel was not only bankrupt but swimming in debt, and that I had been driven completely insane.It got to the point where a few of Gabriel's business associates actually called him to fish for information."Gabriel, I hear your place is undergoing some… renovations? Sounds like quite the project."Gabriel remained entirely unfazed on the phone. "It's nothing. My wife's just really into an apocalyptic survival game lately. I'm just building her a live-action experience center."The associate burst out laughing, praising Gabriel for spoiling his wife to a fault.But things weren't nearly as pleasant on my end. My anxiety had reached an absolute fever pitch.I kept feeling like we didn't have enough water, so I bought dozens of those massive plastic water towers,

Chapter 5

The baby in my belly was clearly panicking even more than I was."Wait, this isn't right! This is not how the script goes! In my last life, everyone out there was screaming and crying by now! Did I get the time zones mixed up? Or did I get reborn into a parallel universe?"This unreliable little one.By the time dawn broke, the first ray of sunlight pierced through the slits of the steel shutters.Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and the world was completely at peace.Looking at a house packed to the rafters with spam, bottled water, and the ridiculously bulky anti-stab suit I was wearing, I wanted nothing more than to curl up and die.This was a public humiliation.Gabriel peeled off his tactical vest and rubbed his stiff neck. Instead of making fun of me, he walked over and gently patted my head."It's fine. Think of it as… early shopping for the holidays. The New Year is around the corner anyway. This stockpile will easily last us until next year."I buried my fac

Chapter 6

Karlie lived in the neighboring villa. Right now, she was drenched to the bone, her hair plastered to her face like a drowned rat."P-Phoebe, please open the door." Her voice was shaking violently, her eyes locked onto the cup noodle in my hand."We don't have any food left at my place. There's really nothing. Can you just lend me a single pack of instant noodles? Even an expired one is fine."Through the thick steel door, I looked at her coldly. "Oh, I'm so sorry, but this is a psycho's house. I wouldn't want you getting hurt."Karlie panicked and began hammering on the door. "Phoebe! You can't be this cruel! We're family! You have so much food in there. What's wrong with sharing a little?""I seem to recall someone calling me a psycho and a spendthrift just a few days ago."I took a bite of my spam. "You sure you want to eat a psycho's food?" With that, I shut off the intercom.Let her stand out there in the rain. People like her needed to starve for a few meals before they re

Chapter 7

Karlie, pushed to her absolute limit by hunger, eventually lined up with the others to beg for work.I deliberately assigned her the absolute filthiest, most backbreaking task available. "Sweep that dog poop over there."Karlie wept as she swept. Her tearful eyes were fixed on the package of crackers in my hand.The baby in my belly scoffed. "Serves her right! In my last life, this woman pushed me down the stairs just to steal a single biscuit from me. Making her sweep up dog crap for the rest of her life is letting her off easy!"At his words, a chilling coldness washed over my eyes.I quietly swapped the fresh crackers I had set aside for Karlie with a pack that had expired two days prior.It wouldn't kill her, but it would definitely keep her glued to the toilet for two days.…A month later, the floodwaters finally receded.Power and water were restored, and the city slowly began to rebuild order.Photos of our fortress-like mansion leaked onto the internet and went compl

Chapter 8

Extra: Lucas Gibson's Survival PhilosophyLucas was three now.Even though his "zombie alert" had turned out to be a false alarm, he looked like he had lived a thousand lives since he was a toddler.While other rich kids were playing with Legos, he was busy figuring out how to build traps using toothpicks and rubber bands.One day, his kindergarten organized a family camping trip.A group of wealthy socialites, dressed head-to-toe in Hermès hiking gear, were posing for photos on the lawn.They had brought red wine, steaks, and exquisite pastries.The moment I opened Lucas' backpack, my face instantly fell.There wasn't a single snack inside—just a bundle of nylon rope, a compass, and a pair of my eyebrow-trimming scissors."Lucas, we're going on a spring picnic, not a wilderness survival expedition."Lucas looked up, his gaze deep and intense. "Mom, we must always be prepared."Fine, whatever made him happy.Mary Hendrix from the tent next door strolled over to flaunt."Oh

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