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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
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Calm Before The Storm

Beneath the glow of lanterns, as the celebration ebbed into a quiet lull, Kazuichi found Himeno tucked away in a corner of the main hall. She sat near the flickering warmth of a brazier, her hands cupping a steaming mug of hot chocolate. The soft glow played across her features, making her look almost serene, as if the burdens of the past had momentarily lifted. For the first time since her arrival, she appeared at ease. Kazuichi approached with a subtle smile, pulling a chair beside her and easing himself into it.

"Mind if I join?" he asked, his voice low enough to blend with the crackling of the nearby fire.

Himeno glanced up, her eyes brightening with recognition. "Please do," she said, gesturing to the seat. "After all, it wouldn't be a real celebration without the one who insisted on it."