But the surrounding area was all residential, and it was not a long-term solution. The safety here was completely inadequate!
Then it hit me — my dad owned a huge factory on a desolate mountain in the old town on the outskirts.
At the time, I had questioned why he bought that land, thinking it would never appreciate in value.
But my dad said that as a businessman, one must accumulate good deeds, not just focus on immediate profits. The factory provided the livelihood of the former plant manager.
Who could have guessed that now, that factory could actually save our family's lives!
It was far from the city, and we could stockpile plenty of supplies — the perfect location.
With a plan forming in my mind, I immediately drove to the factory in the suburbs.
But when I arrived, things were more complicated than I had imagined.
The place was desolate, overgrown with weeds, and the roof was leaking and dilapidated — it was in no condition to withstand a zombie apocalypse.
I looked at the rundown environment and felt a bit of despair. On top of that, my pregnancy made me nauseous.
I also realized this wasn't something I could handle on my own.
So, I drove back to my parents' house.