Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

‘Huh?’ Mathew first thought that managed to sneak past the barrier of his sleepiness was just a simple surprise. ‘What am I doing? Where am I?’ he thought, before even being able to open his eyes.

This moment of extreme carelessness was also the fuse that caused the young man to boot up his “awake” procedure right away, jumping up by strongly pushing himself out of whatever he was lying at.

It was a standard technique for Mathew at this point. After all, for his senses to alert him while he was asleep, something had to be terribly wrong. And if something was terribly wrong, rapidly changing one’s location was just the basic form of defending against an unforeseen threat.

“Auch!” a moan of pained protest followed Mathew’s desperate measure at escaping whatever danger was looming. And it was this voice that finally erased most of the sleepiness that fogged his brain, allowing him to open his eyes and properly read what was going on around him.

And it was just in time, as he was about to slam right down on poor Nadia who made the innocent mistake of trying to gently shake his shoulders to wake him up.

‘Fuck,’ Mathew cursed in his thoughts, shooting his hands and legs to the side.

It was, once again, a desperate measure. Thankfully, he managed to do it right in the nick of time, ending up on all fours with his limbs missing Nadia’s body by a mere inch on all sides.

“What’s wrong?” Mathew asked, opting to ask the girl rather than trying to figure it out himself.

“Nothing…” Nadia replied, looking at his face with a weirded look on her own. “I was just trying to wake you up…” she then muttered to Mathew’s dismay.

‘What the hell…’ he released a heavy sigh only to lower himself on his joins before gently resting his head on top of the girl’s breast only to then lay the rest of his body down. “Next time, just tap my shoulder twice, that will be enough,” he then added, explaining the small arrangement that he had with the girl in his previous life and that he was already used to.

“Will do…” the girl muttered, only to then raise her hand… and tap the man on the shoulders twice.

“I’m already awake, you don’t need to do it anymore,” Mathew explained, taking a moment to take a deep breath of the aroma hanging right above the girl’s skin. He then pressed his lips against the side of the girl’s tit, leaving a wet kiss on it before finally raising up on his limbs and rolling to the side, freeing the girl from underneath his body.”

“You didn’t look like you were awake,” Nadia protested, pushing her upper body down only to then reach for the buttons of her shirt before fixing her cleavage.

If there was anything that Mathew was pretty strict about, it was keeping the beauty of his wives away from the eyes of the other survivors. And while it initially came off as just his insecurity, Nadia had no problem abiding by this tiny jealousy of his.

Mathew then stood up from the improvised bedding and quickly fixed his own attire.

‘Dang,’ he then thought, feeling his dick suddenly peeling off from the sticky part of his pants. ‘I would love to wash those clothes,’ he thought, only to shake his head and turn around. He then offered his hand to Nadia and helped her get up from the makeshift bed.

“We need to move,” Nadia then said, turning her eyes towards the direction where they came from several hours prior. “There are only a few hours left before the sun will start to rise and we need to make the most of the time we have left,” she said, glancing over her shoulder only to catch Mathew staring blankly at the bedding they just stood up from.

“Fuck it,” Mathew suddenly cursed only to kick at the construction he created himself, shattering it back into the rubble and broken pieces of furniture that it was made from.

“Huh?” Nadia shook, taken aback by the unexpected behavior of her husband. “Was there anything wrong with the bed?” she asked, puzzled to no end.

“Ah,” Mathew almost jumped when confronted about his own behavior. “It’s nothing,” he then added, looking away as he eagerly moved forward.

“It’s something,” Nadia countered, refusing to take Mathew’s words for truth. “It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me…” she then attacked in a way that she knew Mathew was pretty weak against.

“I…” the young man hesitated for a moment only to avert his eyes, even though the girl was behind him anyway. “I just didn’t want any of the perverts left in the school to sniff this bed or something,” he then revealed the source of his silly anxiety.

“Why would they want to do something like this?” Nadia asked with her eyes wide open, baffled to the end of her wits by the sudden suggestion.

“I don’t know!” Mathew barked, his embarrassment somehow turning into unprovoked anger. “Your scent is mine and mine alone. I don’t want anyone else in the world to enjoy it,” he then revealed, only for his voice to fade into lower tones with each word he uttered.

“That’s…” Nadia hesitated, unable to find the right words to put her thoughts to. And then, rather than straining her brain for words, she simply chuckled. “That’s okay, dear,” she then reassured Mathew only to jump him from the back and wrap her hands around his chest. “I’m all yours and yours alone,” she stated, burying her head in his wide back.

“Can we drop this topic?” Mathew then pleaded. “You said we need to hurry up and go to work, didn’t you?” he then pointed out only to roll his eyes before offering the girl a hand, something Nadia didn’t need at all despite the true darkness of the night unspoiled by any of the lights coming from the city around them.

“Fine,” Nadia chuckled again, only to accept Mathew’s hand and then follow him through the ruins back to the open space before the gate.

There was only one person out in the open, standing on a makeshift platform and staring off in the distance in the direction of the gate. Beyond the school’s barriers, the zombies continued their usual hobby of smashing their rotting limbs against the barrier in the pointless struggle to break it open.

“You guys are up,” the hunter on the platform said, turning his face around only to reveal his identity.

“Good job guarding the gate, Frank,” Mathew replied, giving the man a nod of gratitude.

Even if there was absolutely no reason to do so, it certainly was reassuring to all the survivors hiding within the building to have someone look after their safety while they slept.

“Just doing my job,” Mathew’s schoolmate smiled before nodding his head in response. “Do you need me to do anything?” he then asked, properly reading the atmosphere.

“Yeah,” Nadia nodded her head as she emerged from behind Mathew and looked towards the school. “Go and wake up the rest of the girls and that idiot who got himself into that stupid bet,” she ordered only to look towards the gate herself and smile nicely. “It’s time to thin out the herd.”