Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

An explosion of light covered Mathew's vision. And when the momentary blindness caused by the excessive light finally subsided, he realized that he was no longer in the same shower room that he was in before.

'What the hell?' Mathew thought, looking around with a bewildered look on his face.

To his right, he could see a policeman. It was one of the younger ones that Mathew saw enter the school with the second wave after the negotiator called for the reinforcements.

'I saw him before,' Mathew thought, recalling the single thing that he noticed about this policeman before. It was his age, seemingly making him unfit to participate in high-stakes anti-terrorist action.

'How could he be a part of a task force for a situation like that when he is so damn young?' Mathew thought back then, allowing the current him to recognize the man by his side.

"Hello?" Mathew muttered, raising his eyebrows as he looked at the policeman's face.

THUD!

A loud bang forced Mathew right back into his combat stance.

He lowered himself to his knees and reached to the side... Only to realize that his ax was nowhere to be seen.

'Huh?' the young man shook as he looked down, only to realize that he somehow teleported... But in the exact state that he was in when the light exploded all around.

In other words, outside of the dried-up juices left on his skin by the girls he just fucked, he had nothing to cover his nakedness at all!

'What the hell is going on?!' Mathew quickly reached the peak of how disturbed he could be.

And then, he finally turned his eyes in the direction the loud noise came from just a moment earlier.

'A gathering?' Mathew thought, noticing a huge group of people surrounding a piece of wall.

And then, with another loud noise, a hand suddenly broke through the wall, emerging all the way to the half of its arms on the other side.

'The hell is going on?!' Mathew continued to freak out... And then, his eyes landed on the drastic scene by the wall of the common area of the topmost floor of the compound.

'...'

Not a single thought surfaced in Mathew's mind. He simply stared at the pitiful state a few girls bound to the well were in; he then looked at the active zombies strapped to the floor.

'I knew someone would end up fucking zombies,' Mathew thought, trying his utmost to combat the disgust he felt just by seeing the scene. 'But to push the barrier and even go for surviving girls?'

A fire ignited behind the young man's eyes as he slowly ran his eyes through the entire area.

There was a group of men to the side, all staring at the hand that emerged from the wall.

To the front, a group of five stood, with three men and two women. And out of all of them, five looked at the hand in the wall, while one of them had his eyes glued to Mathew's face.

'Isn't he...?' Mathew thought, vaguely recalling the face of the man staring at him.

Even though they were both third years, that guy was still Mathew's senior. As one of the very few students in the school that failed to pass the grade, he had no other choice but to repeat his last year.

The eyes of Mathew's senior twitched.

To the side, the hand moved back inside its hole, only for a figure to suddenly burst through what seemed like a wall of solid damned concrete!

And then, Mathew's senior's hand moved towards his belt.

'Is he...?' Mathew thought for a split of a second, only for his face to darken.

'I was teleported from the embrace of my wives into some sort of mess. That alone should explain enough about the situation,' he thought, springing up on his knees as he leaped forward, aiming straight for his senior's throat.

"KILL HIM!" The athletic guy shouted, pulling out a handgun from behind his belt. Yet, by the time he managed to raise it halfway to aim it at Mathew...

Mathew's fingers coiled around the man's neck while his foot struck right into the man's elbow.

"Die, you say?!" Mathew groaned when he brought his kicking leg back to ax the backside of the man's knees. And with a hold over his throat, Mathew didn't even need to exert any strength to push the man down to the ground.

THUD!

Someone came from the hole in the wall. But Mathew couldn't be arsed to even look.

"Did you think that you were the boss after I left?" Mathew asked, pushing his hand hard against the man's throat, choking him in the process.

"LET HIM..." one of Mathew's senior colleagues attempted to back him out.

Mathew turned his head and looked at the rowdy man with his cold eyes.

He appeared in the location only a single moment earlier, but he could already tell who was behind the gruesome things he saw right away. He could also tell that the group most privileged by the situation consisted of the people right around him.

"Fucking animals," Mathew uttered just two simple words, yet he filled them with all the wrath that flared up in his soul.

'Do I dare to kill him?' A rationale somehow broke through the layer of hate that filled Mathew's brain.

It was one thing to finish off his classmates that turned into zombies. It was even something else to finish off the zombies that poured from outside of the compound and thus had no connection whatsoever to Mathew.

'But to kill another human?' Mathew thought, gritting his teeth as he clenched his fingers around the man's throat a bit harder.

Mathew's senior's face turned violet as he desperately struggled to catch a breath.

With Mathew's kick depriving the guy's hand of a gun, he now used both of his arms to claw away at Mathew's hand, desperate to free himself from the choke.

'No,' a single word appeared all over Mathew's mind. 'I can't consider him a human anymore,' he thought as the image of what was behind him resurfaced in his mind.

"STOP!" one of the girls nearby shouted, pulling her hands ahead in a clear attempt to help her man.

'Hesitate and die,' Mathew thought while his emotions all flushed down the sink of his soul. 'Be decisive and survive,' he thought, closing his eyes as he pulled the fingers on his right hand together.

The throat of Mathew's senior snapped. A bit of foam appeared on the man's lips before his eyes rolled to the back, and his body stopped its struggle.

Everything and everyone stopped. It felt as if the world itself came to a pause in shock over the crime Mathew committed.

Yet, contrary to everyone around him, Mathew calmly let go of the corpse's neck before raising it up to his feet. He then raised his chin high and looked down at the rest of the students of the privileged group.

"Who wants to die next?" Mathew asked calmly as if he was trying to figure out tomorrow's weather.

Not a single soul in the area dared to reply.

"And here we have a volunteer," Mathew commented, jumping to the side before burying his feet into the back of the girl that tried to stop him before.

After failing in her attempt at saving her man, she fell down on her chest. And now, after confirming the death of her man, she started to crawl to where the boy had dropped his gun before.

"I used to have a crush on you," Mathew suddenly revealed when he finally recognized the girl. "A pity," he added, right as the girl turned her head around with new hope flashing in her eyes.

And right as he brought his leg down on the girl's spine, snapping it in half with ease.

"Is there anyone else?!" Mathew shouted from the bottom of his lungs as he kicked away the corpse of the girl before looking around the place.

'Huh?' the young man raised one of his eyebrows when he saw who emerged from the wall a moment ago. 'He is still alive?' he thought to himself, only to shake his head and move his eyes down the curvature of the area.

'There will be more than enough time to catch with him up later,' Mathew thought as his eyes landed on the filthy area where both the upper and the middle class of the survivors of the floor would satisfy their carnal desires.

'Right now, there is something else that I need to do,' he thought, taking a step towards the nearest of the enslaved girls.

"Stay where you are, you freak!" the middle-aged police officer that Mathew was surprised to see alive raised his hands as he prepared to combat Mathew.

Only for the young man to roll his eyes in response.

"Just go and grab that gun for me, please," Mathew said in a calm tone, taking a quick stop by the corpse of the man he killed just a moment earlier.

He grabbed the sides of his shirt before tearing them apart with one fluid move, raising up to his feet and approaching the girl again.

"Don't you fucking dare..." the officer attempted to warn Mathew about something else, but the young man simply couldn't care less.

Instead, he took a knee before the mentally-broken girl, only to cover her naked and filth-covered body with the piece of cloth he had just organized.

"Everyone, face to the ground and hands-on your necks!" the younger of the policemen finally shook himself out of his daze, only to pull out a gun and start moving it around from one target to another.

"Now then," Mathew muttered as he wiped the face of one of the juniors he saved earlier from the filth before turning his head to the negotiator that was with him when everything went to shit. "Care to tell me what the fuck am I doing here?"