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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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Hunting Out

Chirp. chirp.

The morning air was crisp as Kazuichi stepped out of his house, taking in a deep breath that seemed to clear the lingering fatigue from his body.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting a warm glow over the stronghold. The scent of dew and soil filled the air, a brief respite from the usual harshness of the wasteland. His legs felt stiff, but the urge to stretch them out on a morning walk tugged at him.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted Ryota and Jurou waiting near the barracks, both of them casually leaning against the wooden beams that supported the structure. Ryota, ever the composed and vigilant leader, straightened up the moment he saw Kazuichi approaching. Jurou, on the other hand, gave a lazy wave, his carefree attitude never fully masking his keen warrior instincts.