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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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=== Mini episode of Post-2019 Apocalypse ===
(Sebut saja ini episode 5a, atau 5 1/2, whatev...)
... War, war never changes...
... Is it the war that never changes, or the people themselves?
When the country-wide conflict started, many people suffered, but at the same time, many also took advantages from it. There were times when social medias were full of those trying to sell home-made weapons, survival kits, sleeping bags, gas masks, fake military accesories (to gain access or just simply to intimidate others), fake passports for refugees, some even selling those bulletproof vests for kids which came in many color options. The "bulletproof" part was bullcrap by the way. They resist bullets just as good as my cooking skills...
Not only individuals, big companies were trying to milk the war as well. Products offered ranged from medical insurance for war-related injuries/deaths, wartime investment scheme, bomb-proof shelter by real estate developers, armed bodyguard for hire, survival skills training class, evacuation trips by travel agents, etc etc etc...
Effective? Questionable.
Scam? Most likely.
Inconsiderate? Very much.
...But the fact is that those sellers exist, because buyers exist. Gullible people in the middle of a crisis, tricked to spent their last savings to buy those products, only to find their "bomb-proof" bunkers were just a marketing gimmick, but dead people couldn't file complaints anyway....
... And I might be one of them. I bought one of those "anti-nuclear radiation" body soap, just because the packaging seemed convincing. Never had the chance to used it anyway, because shower is a luxury nowadays...
I saw one of the medical camp staff playing with a die-cast motorcycle in the pantry. A replica of a Norton Commando 961 MK-II, scale 1:12. I approached him, with the anti-radiation soap in my hand, and offered a trade....
"Vroom, vroom...", as I now had the die-cast motorbike in my hand...
... War, war never changes...
===============================
(Thanks for reading)
(Sebut saja ini episode 5a, atau 5 1/2, whatev...)
... War, war never changes...
... Is it the war that never changes, or the people themselves?
When the country-wide conflict started, many people suffered, but at the same time, many also took advantages from it. There were times when social medias were full of those trying to sell home-made weapons, survival kits, sleeping bags, gas masks, fake military accesories (to gain access or just simply to intimidate others), fake passports for refugees, some even selling those bulletproof vests for kids which came in many color options. The "bulletproof" part was bullcrap by the way. They resist bullets just as good as my cooking skills...
Not only individuals, big companies were trying to milk the war as well. Products offered ranged from medical insurance for war-related injuries/deaths, wartime investment scheme, bomb-proof shelter by real estate developers, armed bodyguard for hire, survival skills training class, evacuation trips by travel agents, etc etc etc...
Effective? Questionable.
Scam? Most likely.
Inconsiderate? Very much.
...But the fact is that those sellers exist, because buyers exist. Gullible people in the middle of a crisis, tricked to spent their last savings to buy those products, only to find their "bomb-proof" bunkers were just a marketing gimmick, but dead people couldn't file complaints anyway....
... And I might be one of them. I bought one of those "anti-nuclear radiation" body soap, just because the packaging seemed convincing. Never had the chance to used it anyway, because shower is a luxury nowadays...
I saw one of the medical camp staff playing with a die-cast motorcycle in the pantry. A replica of a Norton Commando 961 MK-II, scale 1:12. I approached him, with the anti-radiation soap in my hand, and offered a trade....
"Vroom, vroom...", as I now had the die-cast motorbike in my hand...
... War, war never changes...
===============================
(Thanks for reading)
Diubah oleh prabusilitwangi 11-12-2018 07:44
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