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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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Bloody retreat

"Retreat!" Leila shouted from the bottom of her lungs while tracking the invisible tread with the tip of her saber.

Her blade went straight through two elbows, one neck, and one wrist in a single swing before she had to take a step to the side and change the angle of the attack.

Leila's attack was quicker than how long it took Peter's first unit to shake off their daze and adapt to the new situation.

The situation, where instead of rounding up the remaining zombies, they were stuck in the middle of an open field with zombies all around them.

"RETREAT!" Leila shouted again, leaping to the side before kneeing another zombie that reached out for the throat of one of the soldiers.

'I made it,' the girl thought, breathing out before turning her head to scan the situation around.

She managed to save one of the soldiers. By the time Leila turned her head around, two others in the other part of the formation had their limbs caught in the firm grip of different zombies.