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:

There is a few things that after 140 chapters (and a lot of comments) I need to clarify. 

The title is: "Refusing to leave home." Please don't expect her to leave her house. 

The idea of this novel is: "It's okay to just survive." You don't have to be responsible for the human race, you don't have fix what everyone screws up. It's okay to do nothing and keep living. 

Rouxi comes from a seriously fucked up past life. Her parents were abusive and since she was four years old, she has learned that, in order to survive, you can only rely on yourself. Dying and being reborn just reinforces this belief. 

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

I had checked three times since I left the guys outside to stare at a big tree.


Then another two just in case the apocalypse decided to stop being rude for five seconds and fix itself.


Netflix continued buffering like it thought this was just a giant joke at my expense while my cellphone stubbornly remained stuck on one miserable little bar of signal that disappeared every few minutes like it was playing hide and seek.


At this point I was starting to take it personally.


Sure I had a crap ton of stuff downloaded for just this moment... but that didn't mean it was acceptable to force me to go offline.


Meanwhile, outside, the world had apparently transformed into Jurassic Park with extra murder flowers and somehow that still wasn't the worst part of my morning.


Chapter 173 - Mixed Signals