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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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Heading To The Tokyo Stronghold

The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the desolate landscape as Kazuichi and Arisu made their way to the Tokyo Stronghold. The stronghold was a mobile fortress of steel and concrete, built to withstand the apocalypse that had ravaged the world. It stood on a hill, a beacon of hope in a land of despair, but the journey to reach it was fraught with danger. 

Kazuichi's muscles still throbbed from the recent battle, but that didn't impede him from carrying the unconscious woman on his shoulders. Her body was battered, her breathing shallow, but she was alive.

Arisu walked beside him, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of movement. Well, she was also stealing glances at Kazuichi from time to time, gesturing at him not to do any funny business. 

Quite frankly, she wished that it was her taking the woman's place.