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Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for. But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again? But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out? And most of it all, why does the school looks like it did just a moment before the apocalypse began? ********** Discord link: https://discord.gg/PNGgcMr **********

MotivatedSloth · Fantasy
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410 Chs

Division of labour

The time that Mathew could spend flirting with Nadia... Was gravely limited.

Fighting with the zombies didn't pose much threat to the young man's group. Yet, even if they could all take a single zombie out with no more than a single attack, it didn't change the one primal factor of fighting the horde.

Once they were surrounded and swarmed, there would be nothing they could do.

"We need to keep on going," Mathew muttered when he noticed the first signs of the potential disaster.

It wasn't that there were too many zombies for them to take care of. At the current rate in which they marched into the ruined grounds of the school through the collapsed wing of the compound was manageable.

What troubled the young man, though, was the increasing number of corpses.

'Save for the disease and small, they are starting to pile up,' he noticed as he continued to swing his ax around, claiming more and more heads for the back row of his group to harvest.