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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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Fall of the barricades

The area of the general store was one of the most challenging places one could pick to fight zombies. Thousands of corners, hiding spots, and angles the zombies could use to their advantage over the unsuspecting humans made it insanely dangerous to move carelessly.

And what was even worse, it made it practically impossible to not only maintain one's formation but also to anticipate attacks and then manage the zombie presence around.

And yet…

'This is too damn easy,' Mathew thought when he slashed yet another zombie in half with a lazy swing of his saber.

The only thing that the zombies did to him, at this point, was to contribute towards the wear of his weapon.

And every zombie that Mathew fell himself, only served to further prove his idea from earlier.

'They are too damn passive,' Mathew thought, moving right by a zombie, only for it… to cast a glance at its potential target before going right back to its lethargic state.