A Tomb of Mirrors
In my previous life, the apocalyptic haunts descended without warning, and the whole world plunged into a living hell.
After two days of starvation, my husband and mother-in-law tied me to a chair.
I begged them desperately, but they did not spare me. Instead, to keep their "food" fresh, they sliced the flesh straight from my leg.
When I was reborn, I spent every last cent of my fortune to hold a grand, extravagant funeral, for myself.
My husband and mother-in-law thought I had lost my mind.
However, what they had not known was this: anyone who buried themselves could claim the treasures laid to rest in their own coffin: golden coins that could command the anomalies of the end times.
Which meant that with this extravagant funeral, I would stand invincible when the apocalypse arrived.
That time, without me as their "meat" and scapegoat… I would see how long they lasted.