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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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== 2019 Aftermath, Episode Six ==
... Is this war worth fighting for?
That was the first thought crossed Mojo's mind when he opened the garage door, and saw the dead body on the floor. A man, from the look it probably died due to his accumulated injuries, lying on a piece of banner. The text printed on the banner was a strong rejection message to one of the presidential candidate and his supporters. Such banners were quite common during the 2019 election period. Both sides of the candidate supporters have their own hardline fanatics who were devoted to bully the opposite side...
Whether the dead guy was the original banner carrier, or just found it somewhere and used it to lie down on, Mojo had no clue. Either way, the depressing thought is that someone's final deathbed was an expression of hate against others, simply due to ideology differences...
Is political view something worth fighting for? Maybe. Is it worth dying for? Maybe not, at least that was what Mojo thought. Well, at least the banner was finally useful in the end, as it was a slightly better option compared to the cold hard floor. Anyway, such sight of a dead body had already became common at that time. What suprised Mojo wasn't the corpse, but what was in his hand : an M-79 "Thumper"...
In times where wars are fought with high tech drones, such simple weapon of the past was a rare jewel. You just put in one of those boom thingies, aim, shoot, and watch as your targets regret all the sins they did in less than half a second. Even a non-believer can quickly turned religious when seeing a high-explosive round launched toward him...
Mojo took the grenade launcher from the corpse's hand, carefully not to accidentally trigger it. He did a quick examination, it was still in good condition, the break-open mechanism was a bit rusty, but easily fixable with a WD40. The dead guy also had with him a few grenades. Such convenient he didn't use one of those to end his pain...
.....
Finished tinkering with the motorbikes and safely stored the M-79, Mojo returned to the main room. A couple of gunshots can be heard from the backyard, as "Rifle" Rifanzo was teaching some people how to shoot.
"So how are the motorcycles? You fixed them?", Eriksen asked as he joined Mojo in the room.
"Yeah, they're good to go. As soon as we're ready...", replied Mojo.
"KABOOOOM !!!!"
Suddenly a loud explosion was heard from the front of the medical camp. Mojo, Eriksen, and Rifanzo rushed to check it.
The camp was under attack. A group of mercenaries, around eight men, assaulted the camp. Their attack seemed to be well-coordinated, and they looked like professional soldiers.
The medical camp staff, which were mostly equipped with hunting rifles, were no match to the attackers. Bodies started to drop.
Rifanzo returned fire with his lever action rifle. Two of the mercenaries were welcomed with .45-70 hollow points to the head. Mojo did the same with his shotgun. Eriksen grabbed a SCAR-H from one of the dead enemies, and proceeded to provide covering fire...
Maybe it's time to test THAT weapon, Mojo said to himself, as he ran back to get his newly found boomie-launcher...
... The war has changed. People are no longer fighting for their political stance. They are fighting for their lives...
He opened the breech, grab one grenade, and load it in the barrel...
... Is this war worth fighting for?
Breech closed, safety's off, now the "Thumper" is ready for some thumping...
Yes.
Yes it is...
---- to be continued to episode seven -----
Thank you for reading
... Is this war worth fighting for?
That was the first thought crossed Mojo's mind when he opened the garage door, and saw the dead body on the floor. A man, from the look it probably died due to his accumulated injuries, lying on a piece of banner. The text printed on the banner was a strong rejection message to one of the presidential candidate and his supporters. Such banners were quite common during the 2019 election period. Both sides of the candidate supporters have their own hardline fanatics who were devoted to bully the opposite side...
Whether the dead guy was the original banner carrier, or just found it somewhere and used it to lie down on, Mojo had no clue. Either way, the depressing thought is that someone's final deathbed was an expression of hate against others, simply due to ideology differences...
Is political view something worth fighting for? Maybe. Is it worth dying for? Maybe not, at least that was what Mojo thought. Well, at least the banner was finally useful in the end, as it was a slightly better option compared to the cold hard floor. Anyway, such sight of a dead body had already became common at that time. What suprised Mojo wasn't the corpse, but what was in his hand : an M-79 "Thumper"...
In times where wars are fought with high tech drones, such simple weapon of the past was a rare jewel. You just put in one of those boom thingies, aim, shoot, and watch as your targets regret all the sins they did in less than half a second. Even a non-believer can quickly turned religious when seeing a high-explosive round launched toward him...
Mojo took the grenade launcher from the corpse's hand, carefully not to accidentally trigger it. He did a quick examination, it was still in good condition, the break-open mechanism was a bit rusty, but easily fixable with a WD40. The dead guy also had with him a few grenades. Such convenient he didn't use one of those to end his pain...
.....
Finished tinkering with the motorbikes and safely stored the M-79, Mojo returned to the main room. A couple of gunshots can be heard from the backyard, as "Rifle" Rifanzo was teaching some people how to shoot.
"So how are the motorcycles? You fixed them?", Eriksen asked as he joined Mojo in the room.
"Yeah, they're good to go. As soon as we're ready...", replied Mojo.
"KABOOOOM !!!!"
Suddenly a loud explosion was heard from the front of the medical camp. Mojo, Eriksen, and Rifanzo rushed to check it.
The camp was under attack. A group of mercenaries, around eight men, assaulted the camp. Their attack seemed to be well-coordinated, and they looked like professional soldiers.
The medical camp staff, which were mostly equipped with hunting rifles, were no match to the attackers. Bodies started to drop.
Rifanzo returned fire with his lever action rifle. Two of the mercenaries were welcomed with .45-70 hollow points to the head. Mojo did the same with his shotgun. Eriksen grabbed a SCAR-H from one of the dead enemies, and proceeded to provide covering fire...
Maybe it's time to test THAT weapon, Mojo said to himself, as he ran back to get his newly found boomie-launcher...
... The war has changed. People are no longer fighting for their political stance. They are fighting for their lives...
He opened the breech, grab one grenade, and load it in the barrel...
... Is this war worth fighting for?
Breech closed, safety's off, now the "Thumper" is ready for some thumping...
Yes.
Yes it is...
---- to be continued to episode seven -----
Thank you for reading
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