But there’s more than one man’s madness at stake as even the most isolated parts of Japan are overwhelmed by the cannibal hordes … That would violate the firearm and sword control laws!”). Meanwhile, Chekhov’s Law of Drama (“if a gun shows up in the first act, it must be fired in the second act”) is tested to the extreme, as our mild-mannered hero repeatedly can’t bring himself to unsheath his shotgun and start blasting at zombies (“No. Saved from the first onslaught against all odds, Hideo finds himself racing for his life through a rapidly zombifying Tokyo, past dozens of snapshots of horror (“Gyaah! Stop biting me!” “Mama, why?! Why are you doing this?!”). Suddenly, the dam of horror bursts, Japan Self-Defense Forces trucks are rumbling in the streets, and oblivious newscasters are reporting “6 Dead, Over 700 Injured” as Tokyo runs riot with hideous, babbling, running zombies!! Approaching middle age with his life and career still on hold, he confesses bitterly to no one in particular: “I don’t need to be the hero, but I’d at least like to be the main character in my own life.”īut while Hideo dreams of success, something worse than hallucinations brews behind the scenes: rumors of vicious biting attacks, pedestrians wearing flu masks to fend off some unknown illness, glimpses of people walking the streets at night with horrible injuries that should be fatal.

He’s the kind of person you probably wouldn’t want owning a gun, but surprise: he’s got a licensed sport shotgun, a rarity in Japan! Thankfully he’s also got Tekko, his equally geeky girlfriend, whom he loves despite his deep insecurities and flaws. By day he works as an assistant to a porno mangaka, responding to his coworkers’ inane talk with his own long rants about the future of manga (coworker: “Could you please stop talking to yourself?”). Haunted by hallucinations, he often spends all night in his apartment waiting for the visions to end and for dawn to arrive. Hideo Suzuki is 35 and still talks to his imaginary friend.

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