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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 Start Of A Reunion

The wind swept across the barren landscape, carrying with it the scent of earth and dried foliage. Kazuichi walked with purpose, each step steady, though his thoughts were far from calm. The battle with Ryoma had taken its toll, not just physically but mentally. Still, the promise of returning to Kazuichi Stronghold gave him focus. It had been too long since he'd seen the place he called home, and after everything that had happened, he needed that sense of familiarity.

For hours, he moved swiftly, the terrain growing rougher as he approached the mountain ranges that separated the stronghold from the rest of the wasteland. His muscles ached, and the weight of the recent battles hung heavy in his chest, but he couldn't afford to slow down. He knew more dangers lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Suddenly, as he rounded a bend near a rocky outcrop, a familiar voice called out from behind him.

"Kazuichi!"