Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

Just like when Mathew decided to let Nadia take the lead and followed her opinions, his group did the same once the first cour of the fight was over. As such, rather than waiting for the second encounter out in the street, they moved to one of the abandoned residential buildings.

This choice had several tactical advantages, where if Norbert's ability were to be overpowered once again, they would at the very least still be able to observe the situation in a classical way by exploiting their height advantage.

But there was actually a point that both Mathew and Norbert enjoyed much more than the tactically advantageous high ground.

And it was the comfort of a house left in a relatively good state which was then extremely easy to secure.

"Haaa…." Mathew released a long sigh as he fought his drowsiness in order to repel his desire to sleep. "I'm really getting tired quicker than usual," he then muttered to himself.

"You had a hard fight," Nadia spoke from the other room where she was preparing a quick meal from the nonperishable foods she somehow found untouched on one of the shelves within the apartment's kitchen. "It's not like you are getting tired easily, it's your exhaustion catching up to you."

In theory, Nadia's words sang true.

But it was only in theory.

'I wonder if it's the use of the touching grass feature that spoiled my perception of exhaustion,' Mathew thought, too tired to be willing to pick this idea up as a topic for discussion.

'After getting my body and mind used to the idea of regenerating instantly… Or maybe it's due to how I never regenerate properly, cutting on the side-effects of exhaustion instead?'

Mathew closed his eyes as he weighed the possible options.

'The fact that something works in one way doesn't mean what we see is what actually happens,' he thought, following his habit to doubt everything and anything.

Back in the past, ancient people took things they didn't understand and applied them to their religion. That's how thunder turned from an unexplainable event to the wrath of the god of the storm.

And Mathew…

Despite living in the modern times when the scientific method prevailed, was not that much different from the ancient people in that regard.

'I took the easiest possible explanation for what happened and then just assumed it's true,' Mathew thought, gritting his teeth as he could feel his own mind getting disgusted with his own approach.

'The only difference between me and the ancients is that I pretended my reasoning was sound…' Mathew thought, the look behind his eyes darkening a bit.

"Good grief…" Norbert's voice reached Mathew's ears, forcing the young man to pull himself out of his daze.

The former policeman was currently busy removing the makeshift bandages from his wounded arm.

Just like Nadia used what she found in the kitchen to attempt to cook up some dish on the go, Norbert tore away parts of the delicate material from the window's curtains before cutting them into desired shapes and then stacking them by his side.

"It's not festering…" Norbert then muttered in a voice filled with relief.

His left arm didn't bear one, massive wound. Instead, it was covered with smaller bite and scratch marks, just as if the man used his left hand to protect against all the attacks that came his way.

"I know that dressing that up is important," Mathew said out loud, more for the sake of forcing himself to do something than due to a real need for what he was going to ask for. "But could you do me a big one and check on the other groups?"

Norbert raised his eyes from his wound and turned them towards the young man. He stared at Mathew for a few seconds before grabbing the fresh bandages he prepared and starting to wrap them around his wounds without saying a single word.

Norbert circled his wounded arm with the window's curtain material a few times, closing his eyes only once he didn't need to look at his arm any longer to keep bandaging it.

"The media building is holding out nicely," Norbert reported a moment later. "There is a huge horde knocking at their doors, but it's an easy task for those two to hold them back."

This only made sense. The deployment of everyone was decided as the function of their abilities of the reality of how the monsters split their forces.

As such, while the part of the horde which attacked the media building had its strength based on the numbers of the horde mob, they were also the perfect fit for Daria's and Carol's abilities.

'With the night falling any moment now, Daria should be able to clean everything up in a jiffy,' Mathew thought, breathing a sigh of relief.

What he wanted to know about the more important of the two areas he send his people to wasn't whether or not they were capable of handling a random horde.

After everything that they went through, Mathew was confident they wouldn't lose about a mere horde.

No, what Mathew was worried about was the appearance of even more higher-evolved zombies, as they were the only ones who he could picture harming the members of his group.

"As for Leila and that Peter guy…" Norbert hesitated for a moment, taking his time to double-check the situation. "It doesn't seem like they will have much trouble either, but I can see Leila isn't all that comfortable," Norbert then added with a strange expression on his face.

"What do you mean by that?" Mathew asked, raising up from his chair as he focused his eyes on the former police officer.

'There should be still some time before the second wave arrives. And even if they do, they have quite a lot of distance to cover before they will reach the school from here,' he thought, already analyzing his options. 'If Leila's in trouble, we should still be able to make it if we hurry up!'

"Don't make such a face," Norbert advised with a sigh. "It's not the zombies that she's troubled with," he then added while trying hard to figure out what face he should actually make.

"I guess she's just not used to how it feels to have gunfire all over the place."