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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 · Fantasía
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A Familiar Face

As the man lifted his hood, Kazuichi stood frozen as disbelief washed over him. The battle-hardened warrior who had been hacking through waves of mindless Hybrids was suddenly stripped of his composure, and faced with a ghost from his past. For a moment, the battlefield faded into the background. The ground still rumbled with the distant roar of the elements, but Kazuichi's entire world narrowed to the man standing before him.

The man's face, now fully exposed, sent a chill down Kazuichi's spine. Recognition flickered in his mind, though he couldn't quite place it. Something about those eyes, the cruel twist of his lips, gnawed at the edges of Kazuichi's memory. Where had he seen him before?

Seconds stretched into what felt like hours as Kazuichi's mind raced. His heart pounded violently in his chest, the adrenaline of the fight still coursing through his veins. Then, like a sudden crack of lightning, it hit him.

The orphanage.