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'

<p>Kazuichi found himself in a world of shadows, a nightmare where the stench of decay filled the air. He stood on the cracked, desolate ground, surrounded by the relentless groans of the undead. Zombies, their flesh rotting and eyes hollow, closed in on him from all sides. His muscles strained as he fought against their cold, clammy hands that clung to his clothes, pulling him down with the weight of their collective despair.</p>

<p>Their teeth sank into his flesh, tearing away at him bit by bit. Blood trickled from countless wounds, staining the ground beneath him. Kazuichi's breath came in ragged gasps, his vision blurring as the pain intensified. He tried to push them off, but his strength was waning, his body betraying him. Even when he couldn't walk, they kept on gnawing at him like vicious vultures, their hunger insatiable.</p>

A Strange Nightmare