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Shut-In Of The 'Dead'

Bronze WINNER of WPC#322: Male Lead: Zombie Invasion Takemi Kazuichi might very well be the luckiest and unluckiest person in the world. He was an orphan, and he was severely bullied in school. Because of that, he became a hikikomori, a shut-in. When he turned sixteen, he was adopted by a rich couple who loved him as if he was their own son. Unfortunately, they died in a plane crash, and Kazuichi never overcame his bad habits of being a shut-in, largely because of his preying relatives. Fast forward to four years later, Takemi Kazuichi still stayed in the house left by his late parents. He never bothered going to work or going out to socialize with people. For the lack of a better term, he was a rich hikikomori. He never even bothered to check the news or log in on any social media. All he did was live his life in solitude, devoid of any human interaction. One day, as he came out of the shower, he heard a strange thumping sound by the doorway. "That's weird, I didn't order any delivery today." He told himself before absent-mindedly opening the door. And what stared back didn't resemble a human at all. It was a zombie— or so that's what the first thing that came into Kazuichi's mind. Unbeknownst to him, the world had drastically changed, and he was the last one to know.

DaisukiDayoSenpai · Fantasy
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347 Chs

A Scout's Report

Nightfall descended quietly over the stronghold, and the stillness inside Kazuichi's home contrasted sharply with the chaos of just a few hours ago. The warmth of the fireplace flickered softly, casting dancing shadows on the walls as Kazuichi sat by Ayaka's side, his gaze fixed on her peaceful, resting figure.

Her wounds had begun to close, thanks to his blood, but a lingering worry gnawed at the back of his mind. He could still see the bite marks on her neck, the jagged wound a brutal reminder of how close she had come to death.

A few hours passed in silence before a faint stirring pulled Kazuichi from his thoughts. Ayaka's eyelids fluttered open, her groggy expression slowly sharpening as consciousness returned.

Her pale complexion had gained some color, and she shifted slightly on the sofa, wincing at the dull pain still radiating from her injuries.

Kazuichi leaned forward, his expression soft but full of concern. "You're awake."