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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

Unfortunate incident

"Can't you go any faster?!" Peter shouted through his batted breath while rushing down the street at the greatest speed he could reach.

"I can," Leila replied leisurely only to leap forward, appearing ahead of the man in a mere instant. She then turned around without breaking her pace only to start running backward as if it was some sort of school exercise. "Can you keep up with me, though?"

The two of them were rushing back to Peter's base for the same reason why the rest of the fighters within Mathew's group were rushing to their own locations of deployment.

And it was all to prevent the incoming horde from doing any substantial damage to any of the survivors' bases.

"I…" Peter opened his mouth, only to then close it shut… and open it again when the strenuous exercise of running at his top speed forced him to keep breathing through his mouth. "Nevermind," he then said, lowering his eyes and focusing on the run rather than the talk.