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POST-2019 APOCALYPSE
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POST-2019 APOCALYPSE
Started as an "iseng-iseng" story in my facebook wall post, back in 2017. It was originally written with Pilkada DKI 2017 as the background, but later changed to the upcoming Pemilu 2019. Later, I find it hard to stop 
, and kept writing ever since...
Warning : This fictional story may contain violence and sensitive issues, such as political, racial, and/or religious
Note : This is a work of fiction. Names, places, events are either the product of author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Author has no affiliation with any media, political parties nor their support groups.
INDEX :
<<<< POST-2019 APOCALYPSE, EPISODE ONE >>>>>
... Day 700 after the war. I was scavenging for weapons and supplies from a place used to be a mini-market. During the war, this place was used as a hideout from one of the survivors group. Militants from both opposing sides were using mostly melee weapons or home-made bombs, but if you're lucky, you may find some firearms lying around...
Didn't find any guns or bullets, but I was lucky to find a cabinet filled with instant noodles. Ahh.. the only edible food from the era before the war. Back then, my only problem was deciding where I will have lunch during office breaks. Now my problem is to make sure nobody sneaks in and stabs me from behind while I'm having my lunch. This morning I had to kill 3 youngsters trying to steal my breakfast. I even resisted the urge to impale one of them in front of my bunker, as a deterrent to other thieves...
I broke open one of the noodle package, and sprinkled the seasoning on top the uncooked noodle, and eat it raw. Did all those while my left hand still ready on the trigger, just in case this was an ambush. But after a while, I decided to put my gun down, and enjoy my food with both hands, while my mind wandered to the comfort life before this cursed war, or as we survivors called it: The Post-Election Apocalypse...
<<<< POST-2019 APOCALYPSE, EPISODE TWO >>>>>
I didn't even remember who won the presidential election, or should I say, the dreadful event that led to this war. I only remember that the losing side didn't accept their defeat, and started a violent nationwide protests. The winning side also responded in such a non-peaceful manner as well. Things got escalated beyond control, and like a chain reaction, we eventually ended up in one of the most brutal war in the history of man. Both sides were so deeply fanatical to whom they voted for, and thought that the other side must be somewhat brainwashed....
Why did I survive the war?
Probably because I was a neutral (a "golput" as they said).
Probably because of my 'not-so-bad' survival skill.
Probably because I wasn't near the ground zero when the nuclear exploded.
Probably because my choice of ride got me fast enough to escape some conflict zones.
Probably because my past eating habit somehow caused my body to develop immunity to all those chemical weapons.
Or probably it was just luck....
... But like they say, luck will eventually runs out. I opened my shotgun ammo pouch, and counted my remaining luck. Seven buckshot shells in the pouch, and two in the gun itself. That should be enough luck for the time being...
--- Continued in Episode Three ---
, and kept writing ever since...Warning : This fictional story may contain violence and sensitive issues, such as political, racial, and/or religious
Note : This is a work of fiction. Names, places, events are either the product of author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Author has no affiliation with any media, political parties nor their support groups.
INDEX :
Spoiler for "index":
<<<< POST-2019 APOCALYPSE, EPISODE ONE >>>>>
... Day 700 after the war. I was scavenging for weapons and supplies from a place used to be a mini-market. During the war, this place was used as a hideout from one of the survivors group. Militants from both opposing sides were using mostly melee weapons or home-made bombs, but if you're lucky, you may find some firearms lying around...
Didn't find any guns or bullets, but I was lucky to find a cabinet filled with instant noodles. Ahh.. the only edible food from the era before the war. Back then, my only problem was deciding where I will have lunch during office breaks. Now my problem is to make sure nobody sneaks in and stabs me from behind while I'm having my lunch. This morning I had to kill 3 youngsters trying to steal my breakfast. I even resisted the urge to impale one of them in front of my bunker, as a deterrent to other thieves...
I broke open one of the noodle package, and sprinkled the seasoning on top the uncooked noodle, and eat it raw. Did all those while my left hand still ready on the trigger, just in case this was an ambush. But after a while, I decided to put my gun down, and enjoy my food with both hands, while my mind wandered to the comfort life before this cursed war, or as we survivors called it: The Post-Election Apocalypse...
<<<< POST-2019 APOCALYPSE, EPISODE TWO >>>>>
I didn't even remember who won the presidential election, or should I say, the dreadful event that led to this war. I only remember that the losing side didn't accept their defeat, and started a violent nationwide protests. The winning side also responded in such a non-peaceful manner as well. Things got escalated beyond control, and like a chain reaction, we eventually ended up in one of the most brutal war in the history of man. Both sides were so deeply fanatical to whom they voted for, and thought that the other side must be somewhat brainwashed....
Why did I survive the war?
Probably because I was a neutral (a "golput" as they said).
Probably because of my 'not-so-bad' survival skill.
Probably because I wasn't near the ground zero when the nuclear exploded.
Probably because my choice of ride got me fast enough to escape some conflict zones.
Probably because my past eating habit somehow caused my body to develop immunity to all those chemical weapons.
Or probably it was just luck....
... But like they say, luck will eventually runs out. I opened my shotgun ammo pouch, and counted my remaining luck. Seven buckshot shells in the pouch, and two in the gun itself. That should be enough luck for the time being...
--- Continued in Episode Three ---
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<<<< EPISODE THREE >>>>
... Meanwhile, not far from there, a man was busy defending his position against a horde of what seemed to be mutated human corpses. He took them out one by one with his Henry rifle, but they kept coming one after another....
Henry Lever Action Rifle
Caliber .45-70
Superb accuracy
4 rounds capacity
Recoil like a mule
Powerful enough to one-shot a kodiak bear.
... but at that moment, he could wished for something with better rate of fire and ammo capacity....
Just after he shot his last round in the chamber, one of those "zombies" managed to break through. But suddenly, another gunshot was heard, and that zombie is now headless. He looked to the source of the bang, and saw smoke came out of a two-barrel shotgun. He didn't waste time and quickly reloaded his rifle, thus eliminated the remaining attacker....
Made sure the surrounding was safe, he started a conversation with the shotgun-wielder. "Grrrr... what do you want? Thanks for the help, but if you're here to loot, this thing's still loaded...". He pointed his rifle to the stranger.
"That lever-action...", the shotgun-man said, "You must be the one they call 'Rifle Rifanzo'. I've heard stories, you killed an entire motorcycle gang from a mile away?"
"Some stories were true, yes. Most were exaggerated. Who you be, stranger?". He lowered his rifle a bit. Seemed like he no longer considered the shotgun-man as a threat.
"Call me Mojo. By the way, I never saw these creatures before. What in tarnation are those things?". Mojo pointed at the now-really-dead mutant corpses.
"That is what happen when you combine nuclear radiation, chemical weapons, heavy nicotine poisoning, and viruses which spread thanks to the 'anti-vaccine' mindset before the war..."
"Speaking about the war, you voted?", Mojo asked. Sounded like an unimportant question in any other war, but he had to be cautious since there are still fanatical militias out there who would kill those who voted for the other presidential candidate, even they would kill the "golputs" as well.
"Yeah, I thought he would unite the nation, but there wasn't enough time." Rifle Rifanzo shifted his gaze to the South. He continued, "There will be more coming. We better leave now and head South. I have an SUV nearby..."
"South? You mean South Jakarta?"
"No, way more South. I heard there are survival camps in Depok"
-to be continued-
... Meanwhile, not far from there, a man was busy defending his position against a horde of what seemed to be mutated human corpses. He took them out one by one with his Henry rifle, but they kept coming one after another....
Henry Lever Action Rifle
Caliber .45-70
Superb accuracy
4 rounds capacity
Recoil like a mule
Powerful enough to one-shot a kodiak bear.
... but at that moment, he could wished for something with better rate of fire and ammo capacity....
Just after he shot his last round in the chamber, one of those "zombies" managed to break through. But suddenly, another gunshot was heard, and that zombie is now headless. He looked to the source of the bang, and saw smoke came out of a two-barrel shotgun. He didn't waste time and quickly reloaded his rifle, thus eliminated the remaining attacker....
Made sure the surrounding was safe, he started a conversation with the shotgun-wielder. "Grrrr... what do you want? Thanks for the help, but if you're here to loot, this thing's still loaded...". He pointed his rifle to the stranger.
"That lever-action...", the shotgun-man said, "You must be the one they call 'Rifle Rifanzo'. I've heard stories, you killed an entire motorcycle gang from a mile away?"
"Some stories were true, yes. Most were exaggerated. Who you be, stranger?". He lowered his rifle a bit. Seemed like he no longer considered the shotgun-man as a threat.
"Call me Mojo. By the way, I never saw these creatures before. What in tarnation are those things?". Mojo pointed at the now-really-dead mutant corpses.
"That is what happen when you combine nuclear radiation, chemical weapons, heavy nicotine poisoning, and viruses which spread thanks to the 'anti-vaccine' mindset before the war..."
"Speaking about the war, you voted?", Mojo asked. Sounded like an unimportant question in any other war, but he had to be cautious since there are still fanatical militias out there who would kill those who voted for the other presidential candidate, even they would kill the "golputs" as well.
"Yeah, I thought he would unite the nation, but there wasn't enough time." Rifle Rifanzo shifted his gaze to the South. He continued, "There will be more coming. We better leave now and head South. I have an SUV nearby..."
"South? You mean South Jakarta?"
"No, way more South. I heard there are survival camps in Depok"
-to be continued-
Diubah oleh prabusilitwangi 11-12-2018 15:38
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