Survive The Burning Hell

Chapter 1

[1]

Two months into my pregnancy, my mother-in-law poisoned my dog, Cookie, which I had raised for seven years, and beat my cat, Fluffy, which I had cared for for five years, to death.

My husband confronted me, "Is our child more important, or are these pets more important?"

Later, when the scorching heatwave apocalypse arrived, they waited until after my child was born to throw me out of the house.

I was scorched to death by the relentless sun.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back before the apocalypse.

I decided to terminate the pregnancy, grabbed my beloved pets, and ran.

I left my in-laws to suffer in the unbearable heat.

Meanwhile, I enjoyed ice cream and air conditioning in the safety of my own shelter, relishing the company of Cookie and Fluffy.

[2]

"How many times do I have to tell you? Those cats and dogs are filthy and full of germs!"

"Get rid of them by tomorrow!"

The sharp, screeching voice made my eardrums ache.

I opened my eyes and saw the contorted face of my mother-in-law, Susan.

The air was not suffocatingly hot, and my lips and tongue didn't feel parched.

I quickly turned my head to look at the calendar on the wall.

I had been reborn, back to when I was two months pregnant.

That was two months before the extreme heatwave hit.

I remembered that before I died, due to the extreme heat, our family was trapped indoors, too afraid to go outside.

When I went into labor, Susan insisted on delivering the baby at home, relying on her supposed experience.

The pain was unbearable, and after much struggle, I finally gave birth, only to suffer from severe bleeding.

Seeing me on the brink of death, they threw me out of the house.

Even my always obedient husband, Dylan, remained silent in the face of my pleas.

I was left to die under the scorching sun.

It wasn't until the moment of my death that I finally realized.

Dylan's constant obedience was because he was completely under his mother's thumb.

To him, the most important person was his mother.

And Susan was so cruel that she had lost all sense of humanity.

When I was two months pregnant, Susan poisoned my dog, a Golden Retriever named Cookie, whom I had raised for seven years.

Cookie was always well-behaved. Even though Susan always disapproved of him and often hit or kicked him, he would only whimper sadly, never fighting back.

When Susan fed him, he wagged his tail and ate excitedly.

But that meal ended his life.

After Cookie's death, Susan set her sights on my three-colored cat, Fluffy, whom I had raised for five years.

Fluffy was very smart and never ate anything Susan gave her.

So, Susan took the opportunity to catch her when I wasn't around and beat her to death with a stick.

When I saw Fluffy's mangled body, I cried so hard that I threw up.

Dylan told me, "They're just cats and dogs. We can always get new ones."

"You've had them for so many years; they wouldn't have lived much longer anyway."

I didn't listen and continued to cry and fight with Susan, but Dylan angrily questioned me:

"What's more important, our child or these cats and dogs!?"

But after losing his temper, he would kneel down and apologize.

"I'm sorry, honey. I was wrong. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"I'm just thinking about our child and our family."

"What if something happened to our child because of these pets?"

His apologies were so sincere, even shedding a few tears.

Under his constant persuasion, I eventually gave in.

Little did I know, this endurance would ultimately cost me my life.

Looking at Susan's cursing face, Dylan sitting indifferently on the sofa, and Cookie and Fluffy playing happily in the room.

A cold resolve settled in my eyes.

Chapter 2

"Mom, please don't be angry."

"I promise you, I'll get rid of them tomorrow, okay?"

I gave Susan a placating smile, and upon hearing my words, her face indeed showed satisfaction.

"That's more like it. Make sure you get rid of them properly so they don't come back."

She had thrown Cookie and Fluffy out once before, but those clever little creatures had found their way back within a day.

"Don't worry, I guarantee you'll never see them again!"

I said with a forced smile. Little did she know, I wasn't talking about my pets.

I was talking about her precious grandson!

Dylan, who had been standing nearby, came over and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Honey, why are you being so obedient today?"

I subtly pulled away from his hand, pretending to tidy up the table.

"I think Mom is right. I recently saw some videos where experts said that keeping pets isn't good for pregnant women."

That's just ridiculous.

As long as you maintain hygiene, household pets don't carry those random viruses. In fact, they can even be beneficial for the fetus, boosting the baby's immune system and reducing the risk of diseases.

But Susan wouldn't listen to these facts; she only believed those so-called experts she found online from dubious sources.

And Dylan always sided with his mother.

Being stuck with a family like this, I felt really unlucky.

I made an excuse that an old friend wanted to adopt Cookie and Fluffy, so I would take them to her place and spend some time there.

Dylan didn't suspect anything and just told me to be safe.

In reality, there was no old friend.

In two months, the end of the world would come. If I didn't run now, when would I?

Chapter 3

I brought Cookie and Fluffy to a small villa in the suburbs.

This villa was the last inheritance my parents left me before they passed away, and I had never told anyone about it. My parents had said that if my in-laws ever treated me poorly, I would have a place to call my own.

To raise my child, I had saved up five million before I got pregnant. Now, this money was proving to be incredibly useful in this situation.

The villa was quite empty, with only the basic renovations completed and no furnishings yet. I began purchasing various pieces of furniture, buying everything according to my own taste and style, and prepared all the essential household appliances.

When I lived at Dylan's house, I didn't even have the right to decorate my own room. No matter what I bought, my mother-in-law would always criticize me, saying this was ugly or that was unlucky. Now, I transformed the entire villa into my favorite minimalist cream style.

While buying furniture, I also hired people to reinforce the doors and windows, replacing all of them with reinforced materials for extra security. After all, in the apocalypse, the most dangerous thing was how people behaved.

At the same time, I installed several solar panels on the roof and set up a simple water circulation system. In the previous life, just two months into the extreme heatwave apocalypse, the water and electricity had been cut off. Although the government distributed supplies, preventing us from dying of thirst, the inability to use the bathroom or take a shower left me feeling filthy.

The power outage was even more deadly. Without air conditioning or fans, even the only phone I could use to call for help eventually ran out of battery. Many people died from the heat.

To avoid any issues with the solar panels, I bought several household generators as a backup. Next, I focused on stockpiling supplies. Food and drinking water were essential, but to satisfy cravings and beat the heat, I also bought dozens of boxes of snacks, ice cream, and beverages. I stocked up on ten boxes each of various flavors of instant noodles and instant hot pots.

Since I had two little furry friends at home, I couldn't forget cat litter, cat food, dog food, and even stocked up on dozens of boxes of canned pet food. Besides food, medical supplies were also crucial. I still remembered the agony of giving birth alone in my room in the previous life, blood everywhere, the agony still haunting my mind.

I bought not only the most common medicines for injuries but also stocked up on over-the-counter drugs available on the market. Pet deworming medicine and other supplies were also necessary since I didn't know how long the apocalypse would last.

To avoid drawing attention, I placed orders through various channels. Each time a batch arrived, I discreetly moved everything into the basement to avoid drawing attention.

The basement was a much cooler refuge. I placed several large freezers there, filling them with ice cream, drinks, frozen meat, and other supplies. If the surface temperature became too high, I could retreat to the basement to escape the heat.

To prevent boredom after the internet went down, I downloaded countless TV shows and anime onto all my electronic devices. Various e-books and single-player games were also a must. I even bought a projector and installed it in the basement.

It wasn't until the entire villa was filled to the brim that I finally felt a sense of security in surviving the apocalypse.