The Apocalypse Survivor's New Life

I spent twelve years surviving the apocalypse. I’ve killed more zombies than I’ve seen living people. When I died in that final battle, I thought I’d finally earned some rest. Then I opened my eyes and found myself in a silk nightgown, standing in a marble-floored living room.

A woman with blood-red nails stood before me, her hand raised in the air. Her expression was full of the kind of contempt one has for an insect. “Sianna Sterling, I’m talking to you―your allowance is cut in half this mont