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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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Preparation For The Last Stand

The ridge provided a temporary sanctuary, a momentary pause in the chaos that had engulfed their journey. Kazuichi and his team took the opportunity to regroup, their breathing heavy and their faces smeared with grime and sweat. The battlefield below was a grim reminder of their dangers, but the sight of Sendai in the distance spurred them onward.

"Everyone okay?" Kazuichi asked again, his voice hoarse but filled with concern.

Ayaka, leaning against her knees, nodded. "I'm fine. Just need a moment to catch my breath."

Jurou, his sword still gleaming with residual energy, gave a thumbs-up. "I'm good. Just a scratch or two."

Arisu, her usual speed now tempered by exhaustion, rubbed her arms to warm up. "I'm okay. That was intense, but I'm ready to keep going."

Lea, her daggers finally dimming, nodded. "We all did well. But let's not lose focus. We've still got a long way to go."