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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

Natsuki Lea's Backstory I

X weeks ago, the West Yamanashi Stronghold

The dense forest of West Yamanashi was home to many dangers, but for Natsuki Lea, it was a sanctuary. As a Bulwark Hybrid, her unique ability to cover her torso with impenetrable muscle made her a formidable hunter. She roamed the woods, her senses keen and her spirit fierce, taking down zombies that dared to threaten her peace.

Little did she know that her peace would be threatened once again, and this time, the undead wasn't involved.

The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the treetops, when Lea heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps—human footsteps. She tensed, her body instinctively hardening in preparation for a fight. But these footsteps were not the shambling gait of zombies; they were quick and purposeful.

A group of men emerged from the trees, clad in their usual shabby clothing. One look and Lea knew that they came from one of the Yamanashi Strongholds.