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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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Momentary Peace

The dawn crept over the Nagano Stronghold, casting a soft, amber light across its barricades and watchtowers, transforming the hardened stronghold into something unexpectedly tranquil. Kazuichi found himself stirring awake on a makeshift cot in one of the stronghold's small barracks, feeling the weight of the previous days' journey lingering in his muscles. Yet, this morning felt lighter—almost serene—as though the stronghold itself was offering a rare moment of respite.

As he rose and stretched, Kazuichi could feel the ache in his arms and legs, each movement a reminder of the battles and travel that had brought him here. There was no rush today, no looming fight or urgent alliance to broker. Just time—a rare gift in a world where every hour seemed measured by survival.