DaisukiDayoSenpai

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.

Shut-In Of The 'Dead'

The storm raged on with a ferocity that defied nature itself, the sky torn apart by streaks of jagged lightning, each bolt crackling with a malevolent energy that seemed to thirst for destruction. The wind howled like a living entity, whipping through the air with the force of a tempest, tearing at the Hybrids as they struggled to maintain their footing.

Rain fell in relentless sheets, icy needles that stung the skin and blurred the vision, turning the ground beneath them into a treacherous mire. Every drop felt like a hammer blow, pounding against them with a force that threatened to break even the strongest of wills.

Kazuichi stood amidst the chaos, his body taut with the tension of the storm, every muscle coiled as if preparing for a fight. The sheer intensity of the elements pressed down on him, but he refused to falter.

Surviving The Storm