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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

From the rubble

***Change of POV in case someone didn't notice***

Darkness.

This one word described everything that Daniel could feel and experience. Darkness... and pain.

'What the hell happened?' he asked himself before trying to stand up...

Only to discover that his body wouldn't move at all.

'Where the hell am I?' Daniel asked, too exhausted to utter even the tiniest voice.

And that was a point worthy of consideration all on his own.

'No, first off, how the hell did I survive?' Daniel asked himself.

He couldn't move... but nothing stopped him from thinking.

'What's the last thing that I remember... It has to be standing on the edge of the floor, isn't it?' Daniel rummaged around his memory.

'Well, judging from my state I think I can guess what happened,' Daniel thought before releasing a heavy sigh.

Yet, as his chest squeezed down on his lungs, the middle-aged man realized something else.

'My body actually can move?'