Mathew continued to massacre all the zombies in the classroom for a while.
Thankfully, as no monster made its way to the floor, clearing this one room up took the young man only a short while.
'I would love to pick up the cores now,' Mathew thought, only to shake his head as he reprimanded himself. 'But it doesn't look like I have the time for that,' he thought when yet another roar filled the building.
With all the zombies in the classroom gone, Mathew slowly approached the doors before carefully opening them up.
And just like one could expect from a time after a horde, the corridor was full of even more of the zombies.
'At a time like this, I regret entering such a massive school,' Mathew thought, keeping his complaints to the inner voice of his soul.
Yet, as much as he didn't like to move right back into fighting, he hardly had any other choice.
'I guess climbing through the outer wall is out of the question,' Mathew thought, taking one last look at the outer wall of the classroom decorated with the windows.
He already went through the adrenaline spike of having the only support for his body fail. And rather than resting his fate in the professionalism of the people that installed the drainpipes, Mathew decided to be the lord of his own fate.
'Wait, what about the floor?' Mathew suddenly realized one of the vital points to consider when following through with his plan. And a single glance down proved that his hopes from earlier turned out to be correct.
The floor in this wing of the building didn't suffer as much damage as the other floors. Still, a considerable portion of it was already gone, along with similarly-sized segments of the floor on the levels below.
But there was one more important point about the way in which the floor collapsed on this particular level.
'Save for a narrow path, it's nearly impossible to access the back door to the classroom,' Mathew noticed, only for a wide smile to appear on his lips as a plan hatched in his mind.
He then quickly retreated from the main doors of the classroom. The young man then approached the reinforced doors leading towards the teacher's shed attached to the classroom.
"Breaking it will surely cause a lot of noise," Mathew realized. He then took a deep breath and placed his ax down before getting to work.
Yet, rather than trying to force the door to the shed open, Mathew started to move the chairs and tables from the classroom towards its main doors, all in an attempt to properly barricade it.
"That should be enough," Mathew muttered with satisfaction when the pile of school equipment grew high enough to even cover the window within the classroom's doors.
Obviously, while working on his barricade, Mathew couldn't avoid making quite a bit of noise. As such, roughly by the time he was only halfway done with the barricade, the zombies outside had already started to test their resiliency.
"Well then, onto the main task," Mathew muttered, grabbing the ax he left by the wall before as he approached the teacher's shed doors.
Yet, right as Mathew raised his weapon and was about to bring it down on the reinforced material the doors were made from...
"Stop it!" a voice came out from the other side, only for the doors to suddenly open.
"Huh?" Mathew muttered, instantly taking a position that would allow him to fight or flee, depending on the situation.
Yet, instead of zombies or even monsters awaiting inside, he saw a pair of two girls, both of which belonged to a parallel class.
He never had much opportunity to talk with them, spare for some occasional events or school-wide tournaments. Yet, the look of relief on the girls' faces when they noticed Mat lowering his weapon was real.
'At the very least, they do not consider me to be a threat,' Mathew thought, resting his back against the wall as he looked at the girls.
"I'm sorry, but I need to use this shed," he announced.
And the formerly happy faces of the girls instantly soured.
"This is our hiding spot!" they protested, although weakly with the fear still filling their minds. "Find one for yourself!" the girl on the left shouted, only to shrink down when the screeching of the zombies intensified.
But that was enough for Mathew to lose all the sympathy he had for the survivors.
"I'm not here to hide," he announced before shaking the ax in his head to remind the girls that he was the one with a weapon here. "You can either leave on your own, or I will drag you out," he then threatened while squinting his eyes.
"It's better if we move," the other of the girls whispered, desperately tugging at her friend's sleeve.
Out of the two of them, one appeared to be confrontational, while the other was meek enough for Mathew not to be bothered with her.
"Are you for real?" the more aggressive of the girls moaned at the attempt of her friend, only to squint her eyes and look at Mathew with clear hostility. "There is no way he will dare to..."
Before the girl could finish her sentence, Mathew took a step forward. He held his ax with his right hand, so he reached out with his left hand and grabbed the girl's long and silky blond hair before pulling at it without any mercy.
"AAARGH!" the girl screamed out in pain, not prepared for Mathew's decisiveness. "I will go, I will go!" she then quickly changed her narration, unable to contest Mathew in terms of strength.
But the young man paid her cries no mind. He simply forced her out of the shed before throwing her on the ground of the classroom. Yet, as he looked back into the small shed, the other girl quickly raised her hands in a sign of surrender.
"I will leave on my own, I'm sorry," she said in a shaky voice, terrified to the point of wetting the floor below her.
"Do I really look that scary?" Mathew asked himself out loud, only to shake his head and allow the girl to pass by him. He then approached the outer doors of the shed.
Due to the floor collapsing, zombies couldn't really reach this place, saving the girls from certain death. After all, the doors on the outer side of the shed were of the cheapest kind, almost as if the school intended to trap cheeky students if any of them dared to enter that place.
Yet, rather than contemplating the history of the shed or its intended purpose, Mat simply kicked the doors open, grabbed the edge of the door's frame, and then swung his ax, hitting its but right against the wall of the corridor.
"HEY!" he shouted, instantly attracting the zombies still trying to go through the main classroom doors. "Over here!"
That was all it took to attract the attention of the undead. And just like Mat hoped, as soon as the zombies rushed to attack him... they started to fall off the edge of the collapsed floor, allowing him to clear the corridor without actually risking his skin to do so!
So welp, my plans to get back the chapters failed. Blame my friends for popping up. I already have a new plan to redeem myself in my own eyes... But I won't reveal it. Because I already broke my earlier promise and I don't want to break another.
You can expect some more chapters to come soon. That's all I'm going to reveal.
"That should be enough," Mathew muttered when most of the zombies from the corridor ended up falling down to the level below.
Some of them were unlucky enough to fall even further, yet only a few of them fell on their heads, saving Mathew from the burden of killing them in the future.
Mathew raised his eyes and looked towards the corridor.
Given how he attempted to attract the zombie's attention only once, there were several stragglers that either didn't notice it or already forgot about his presence.
A few stragglers that Mathew would have no problem taking down.
"Are you done, now?!" the more aggressive of the girls shouted.
"Shut up!" the other of the girls surprisingly spoke up, making Mathew doubt whether she was really as meek as she appeared to be before. "Can't you see that he cleared them out?" she pointed out with her hand at the doors, only to shake her head and look towards the young man.
"I know we didn't start on the best foot, but I'm Leila," the girl introduced herself, only to bow gently. Yet, as her outfit was pretty far removed from the rules the school implemented, even a simple bow like that exposed quite a bit of her cleavage.
'I guess that's only to be expected from the popular girls,' Mathew thought, glancing at the treat only to shake his head and then turn himself around.
Just a few hours ago, he would be in seven heavens by getting attention from those girls. Yet right now, they were nothing more but unnecessary distraction.
"Nice to meet you," Mathew said as he fixed his hold over his weapons and approached the doors. "And good luck," he added, ready to open the doors and continue with his mission.
"Wait for a second, please!" Leila called out, her voice revealing just how shocked she was with Mathew's pretty limited reaction. "You won't leave us here like that, won't you?" she asked, her hands grabbing the bottom of her shirt as she sneakily attempted to make it tense and thus reveal the shape of her charms.
"He won't help us," the other girl added grumpily, only to bring her hands up and start unbuttoning her shirt. "He is just like all the other men. If we are of no use for him," she said, taking her shirt off, "then he won't bother with us at all!"
Mathew threw only a single look at the now nearly half-naked girl before rolling his eyes, shaking his head, and pushing the doors open.
'In the past, that offer might catch my interest,' the young man thought. 'But now, I have a damned wife!'
"Wait!"
Just before Mathew could press the doors open, Leila rushed forward, grabbing his other arm and wrapping herself around it.
"We will do anything!" she shouted, trying to pull Mat away from the doors. "So don't leave us," she added, raising her head and showcasing how teary her eyes were. "Please?"
'I have a wife,' Mathew thought, trying to ignore the pleasant feeling of one of the school beauties pressing her chest against his arm. 'I have a damned wife!' he repeated, trying to ignore the pleasure of having a cute girl like that beg him.
"Let go of me," Mathew finally managed to utter those words. Yet, right as he was about to attempt wrestling his hand off the girl's grasp, Leila's friend approached him from the side and wrapped her arms around his chest.
'I can feel it,' Mathew thought when two points of heat appeared on his back.
"I will let you fuck me if you protect us," she whispered directly into Mathew's ear.
The young man froze.
There was a massive difference between teasing him with cleavage or pushing their breast against his arm and voicing out the actual possibility of the deed.
And being the virgin he was, Mathew couldn't help but hesitate.
'Nadia would hate me for it,' he thought, trying his utmost to resist the temptation.
Even though he went through the hell of apocalypse before, he was still a young man, only a few months into his legal age. And while the earlier tease wasn't enough to stop him in his tracks, the open and outright offer of losing his v-card...
"Not interested," Mathew said, wrestling his hand free from Leila's hold only to raise his hands, grab the arms of Leila's friend, and then pry them open.
Then, before his hesitation could once again make him stop, Mathew opened the doors and moved forward.
"STOP!" Leila cried out, rushing up to grab him again. "You can fuck us both!" she screamed, not even realizing she attracted the attention of the few zombies that remained.
"We will do whatever you want, suck you off, let you fuck us, even anal..." she spoke in an extremely fast manner, throwing more and more incentives in her desperate attempt to lure Mathew into the honeytrap.
'Damn it,' Mathew bit his lips to the point where they started to bleed. The gentle yet sharp pain that followed helped the young man to clear his mind.
"Get off me," he ordered, shoving the girl aside.
The noise of approaching zombies was the last medicine that Mathew needed to force the lewd thoughts aside and focus on the important matters.
And so, with neither of the girls holding him back anymore, he pushed forward, right towards the approaching zombies.
A single step outside of the classroom was all that Mathew needed. With the undead in sight, the girls simply didn't dare to chase him outside.
'You only live once, man,' Mathew rushed towards the zombies, readying his ax for a swing. 'There is no telling if I will even be able to return to Naida,' he continued to think, his thoughts inadvertently turning into a search for an excuse that would allow him to forget about his morals.
And then, right as Mathew swung his ax and decapitated the nearest of the zombies, he froze in place.
'Wait a second,' he thought, looking down as he brought his sword-carrying left hand down, splitting another zombie's head into two.
'My system is called the Wives system,' he thought, recalling what he saw in the window's reflection before. 'Not wife system.'
Most of the zombies were long gone from the corridor, stuck on the floors below. As such, clearing out the remaining few didn't pose any challenge for Mathew at all.
But one thing had changed between the moment he moved out of the classroom and when he finished the job.
'I'm going to fight a damned monster,' Mathew thought, perfectly aware that he was now just looking for the last push that would bring him into the sweet embrace of two beauties. 'Isn't it only right to have some fun before that?'
With no more threats present in the corridor, Mathew turned around and looked at the classroom right by the edge of the collapsed floor.
"And this might help me to discover a bit more about my system."
Ngl, this chapter could come out a lot faster... If I didn't struggle for half an fcking hour to decide which way to take it. So welp, I guess I'm going harem route after all
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