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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 · Fantasia
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410 Chs

Evolved one

"And that makes the last one," Mathew commented. He then took a step back to take a better look at the whole scene.

There was something that bothered him to no end. An element of the picture that didn't fit the rest.

'I see,' Mathew thought when he stepped back far enough to grasp the whole picture at once.

The young man's face soured as his cautiousness returned to his eyes.

'There are more corpses than there were zombies in that group,' he thought, warily looking around in search of another potential source of zombies.

"Are you okay?" Nadia asked from the middle of the former battlefield when she took a break from harvesting the cores.

Mathew didn't bother to reply. He directed his eyes to the nearby houses instead, only to see a group of a few more zombies slowly breaking through all sorts of natural obstacles on their way.

"Look at the houses!" Mathew shouted.