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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

Splitting up the battlefield

"Was it really necessary?" Nadia asked as the three of them rushed down the stairs and towards the barricaded entrance to the building. "They didn't strike me as someone who knew the value of the cores," she pointed out.

"So there was no reason to bring it up to their attention, right?" Mathew replied, perfectly aware of the point that the girl made.

He thought about it himself, all the way back in the mall. And yet, when seeing the number of zombies within the horde, Mathew still decided to go against his earlier plan.

"That's right," Nadia nodded her head right as she reached out, grabbed the railing, and jumped over the last few stairs only to land on the next flight and continue her dash downwards.

"Back there, we could play dumb," Mathew replied, opting to save his strength for the fight instead of using it for elaborate moves while simply running down the stairs. "Here, if we start gathering the cores, we are bound to attract attention," he replied.