All Chapters of Transmigrated Into The Apocalypse, My Pendant Hoards Noodles: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The only thing that Siera heard was tires screeching.She was crossing the street at the time. Green light. With one hand coffee and one hand the phone. Sexting her editor to let her know she wouldn't be able to meet a deadline.Then someone screamed.She looked up. A truck. Coming fast. Too fast.She didn't even have time to put down her cup of coffee. The impact was instant. The pain was brief. Then nothing.Siera awoke gasping.Silk sheets. A large canopy bed. A chandelier overhead. It was not her home. It never was a street. This wasn't death.On the night table, her cellphone rang. She grabbed it.May 1. 8:03 AM.She was looking at the screen. May 1. The apocalypse started June 1. One month. This was not her cell phone, though. The lock screen was a picture of a woman – softer – but like her. Pampered.Siera put her hands on her chest. There was the jade pendant the pendant of her mother. The one she was wearing at the time of her death.A soft ding.[Transmigration complete.][St

Siera did not sleep that night. Sitting in the hotel room, she watched the red and blue signs of the police patrol in the distance till the moment they turned off at 2:00 AM. The morning news announced a “gas leak accident” that led to an acute hallucination episode. The police had blocked all the downtown streets in an effort to contain the situation. All citizens were called to remain indoors and await further updates. Siera was not deceived; the abovementioned event was the beginning of the end. She had several days, if not hours, to establish her base. With this goal in mind, Siera grabbed her keys and headed for the nearest store. An hour away from the city, in the deep bush, there was a survivalist shop owned by a paranoid old man named Frank. The man had invested in a significant amount of gear and equipment for the supposed “long-term stay.” Tragically, the old man died during the first week of the zombie apocalypse in the book. His cabin, however, remained unspoiled and

Siera had slept better than usual. The bunker, its' geothermal vents humming to life, provided a comforting heat while the steel doors gave her an invincible security. When she awoke, she had a breakfast of scrambled eggs from her stored chickens, and fresh cut tomatoes from the greenhouse, before heading to her inventory check. [Space Level 6: 300 cubic meters of storage.] [Supplies: Food, water, medical, 50 rifles, 5000 bullets.] [Base: Military Bunker. Fortified, powered, and watered.] Now, while in the bunker's command center, poring over a paper map of the region, she was aware that it would not be enough. The novel had a timeline. By Chapter 15, the government would be fully collapsed, by Chapter 20, mega-hordes would be sweeping the continent. She would need to expand her perimeter, secure more fuel, and gather other survivors to keep the bunker stocked. She was studying a map for the directions to a nearby checkpoint when Frank came running in, his face pale. "We ha

The days after the massacre that Siera had helped orchestrate in the canyon were eerily calm.With the dead General, his massive horde of undead soldiers buried under a mountain of rubble, the threat to the bunker was over. The automated turrets Siera had armed were working in perfect harmony, shooting down the occasional wandering zombie that had wondered too close to the perimeter fence.Siera took advantage of the peace to make improvements to their current base. The hydroponics bay was a godsend, a ten square meter ecosystem of nutrients that allowed her to grow strawberries, lettuce, and herbs with no soil needed. She harvested her first batch of potatoes in the garden patch and prepared a lavish meal of roasted chicken and fresh vegetables.Frank was thrilled. "I haven't tasted food this good since my wife passed," he said, chewing on a mouthful of mashed potatoes.Julian, on the other hand, grew restless with the peace. He spent hours poring over the maps of the region, marking