What do you do when four men come into your life and completely turn it upside down? No, seriously, I have no idea. All I wanted to do was hide away on my ranch with no one to bother me, but apparently, they had different plans. Luckily for them, this was not my first zombie apocalypse. If they learn to listen, we might just get out of this with our lives. If not, maybe I would finally be able to rest in peace. ------ Li Dai Lu was born and raised Canadian in her first life. This meant that she was taught how to share, how to put others first and to keep the peace as much as she could. However, that all backfired in a spectacular way. Reborn in a new time and place, Li Dai Lu did her best to protect all those that she could from the zombies that were wiping out the human race. Unfortunately for her, those she rescued were not as grateful as they should have been. Killed by the very people she saved, she held her breath and waited for the calm, peacefulness of death. But the Fates were not too accommodating and our heroine woke up in her third life, a year before the zombie apocalypse. This time she would live life on her own terms and to those that disagreed... well, she would have a few words for them. With four men at her side, she will shed the cloak of civility and become who she was truly meant to be. This will turn into a reverse harem where she does not have to pick. There is no m/m. Other Novels: Dancing with Monsters: Ongoing Star's Ships: Brand New! Ongoing! Discord: Sakura#6289 Discord Channel: https://discord.gg/CapanRmy Instagram: @devil_besideyou666
Father Ezekiel continued to glare at me as the voices of the people behind him started to increase.
"You haven't even seen a zombie," I pointed out to the man currently being restrained by my men. "If you had, you would know that they were blue or purple, not greyish green. So why are you lying to your followers?" I asked as I leaned back against my throne. Crossing my legs, I studied the man in front of me.
He was average looking, not too tall, not too short, not too skinny, and not too fat. His black hair was neither too long nor was it too short. In other words, he could disappear into a crowd and never be seen again. He was the worst type as far as I was concerned.
If you looked like a serial killer, people stayed away from you.
If you looked cute and innocent, people were always around.