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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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Nothing makes any fucking sense

"Are you okay?" Nadia asked as she stepped into the shower where Mathew was busy trying not to lose his mind. And soon enough, the rest of the girls followed, all equally worried by Mathew's unusual behavior.

"I will be okay," Mathew said, remaining in the very same position that he was in for the last several minutes. With the hot drops of water constantly falling down his head and his eyes plastered to the floor.

"That's not exactly the answer to my question," Nadia replied, plastering herself over Mathew's back and placing her ear right above his heart.

For but a moment, she simply listened to Mathew's heartbeat, as if to try to guess his internal state from that one thing alone.

In a sense, it was a genius move. For how much Mathew could keep his face straight, it wasn't possible for him to alter the way his emotions influenced his heartbeat.