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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 **********

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"I do know something about what I'm talking about."

Beatrice's face sank and darkened.

'I don't need to... no, I shouldn't pry into it,' Mathew thought. He then pressed his teeth together just in case his body was to go on autopilot and utter some bullshit outside of his control.

Beatrice was a commander of the police special task force despite being a relatively young person. As if the fact that she was a woman wasn't a hurdle for her to overcome enough, she managed to get this position and active duty without even reaching the latter part of her thirties.

Or, to put it in other words, there had to be something in her story that counteracted both her being a woman in this strictly patriarchal society that only the apocalypse smashed into pieces and also her insanely young age and relative lack of experience.