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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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The heavy scent of decay clung to the air as Kazuichi and Himeno wandered through Sector 12, their footsteps echoing softly against the cracked pavement. Even under the midday sun, the place felt desolate, as if the land itself had been abandoned long before the outbreak. Buildings stood in ruin, their foundations barely holding, while old machinery lay scattered, half-buried in rubble. Still, the real threat lurked beneath the surface, in the shadows.

Himeno glanced sideways at Kazuichi, her hand resting casually on the hilt of her blade. "You really think we'll find anything here?" she asked, her voice low, almost a whisper against the silence around them.

Kazuichi's sharp gaze darted from side to side, scanning every corner of their surroundings. "We'll find something," he replied, his tone certain. "Scouts don't make mistakes about a nest. There's always something."