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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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"Can you hold my arm and lead me for a while?" Mathew turned his head to Nadia and asked a few moments after the group got on the move.

"Sure thing," Nadia replied without even a second of hesitation, reaching out and wrapping her hands around Mathew's arm. "But is there something wrong?" She asked and leaned her head to the side, showcasing her curiosity.

"Do I need some kind of trouble to ask for some help?" Mathew asked with a small smirk blossoming on his lips. "Or maybe you don't find it manly enough?"

Rather than just showering the girl with compliments like he would usually do in moments like that, Mathew opted to act a little playful.

"What are you talking about?" Nadia protested only to laugh out. "I don't really mind it. It was my curiosity speaking," she explained before rubbing her cheek against the side of Mathew's hand.

"Okay then," Mathew muttered before closing his eyes. "You still here?" he then asked.