I carefully scanned every corner of the room with a laser.
Sure enough, I found something unusual behind the TV cabinet.
There was a basement here.
I went down to check, and the space was enormous.
It was perfect for stockpiling supplies. Half of it was already filled.
Could it be that Jagger knew all along that the zombie outbreak was coming?
Suddenly, everything made sense. No wonder, even though he hated marrying me, he still insisted that my family contribute to buying this mansion.
My parents never thought highly of Jagger, but I was head over heels for him back then.
In the end, my father paid for it, hoping Jagger would treat me well after the marriage.
But even as I died outside, he never once looked at me.
I had seen firsthand the horrors of zombies.
In this second life, I couldn't afford to be as clueless as I was before.
Seeing this underground space made me realize that Jagger had been prepared all along.
Since he knew in advance, he would definitely be on guard against me.
I needed to start planning my own safe house. While Jagger's mansion was in an open area.