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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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They looked right

Mathew surprised even himself when he suddenly rushed forward, eager to meet with the returning group to such a degree he couldn't simply stand around and wait for them to approach him instead.

He ran across the field of corpses, quickly arriving at the edge of the area situated in the direction of the fortress. While taken by surprise by Mathew's sudden dash, Nadia easily kept up with his pace, arriving at the edge a mere moment later than the young man.

"You guys are alright," Mathew muttered as he slowed down and then stood his ground in front of the three girls.

"Eh?" Leila raised her eyebrows a little. "Was there a reason why we should not be?" she asked, leaning her head over her shoulder with a confused expression. Then, her face tensed up a little as she straightened her posture. "You know, if there was something for us to be wary of out there, I would appreciate it if you would inform us in advance next time, okay?"