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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.

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Day Off

The morning light filtered through the narrow windows of the medical bay, casting soft golden streaks across the walls. Kazuichi stirred, his muscles aching as if his very bones had been ground to dust and reformed overnight. The events of the previous night weighed heavily on his mind, but the steady rhythm of his heartbeat assured him that, for now, the stronghold was safe.

The soft shuffle of footsteps approached his cot. He opened his eyes to see Arisu standing beside him, her arms crossed and an unreadable expression on her face. Her crimson eyes held the sharpness of concern, tempered by the faintest glimmer of relief.

"You look like you've been through hell," she said, her voice low but firm.

"Feels like it too," Kazuichi replied with a faint grin, propping himself up on one elbow. The simple movement sent a ripple of pain through his torso, but he fought the urge to wince.