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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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---- Post-2019 Apocalypse, Episode Eight ----
---- Post-2019 Apocalypse, Episode Eight ----
---- Post-2019 Apocalypse, Episode Eight ----
During the first weeks of the brutal non-stop riots in mid-2019 after election result, the casualties were mostly common people. Street vendors, school students, office workers, taxi drivers, fried rice sellers, credit card salesmen, street musicians, security guards, etc. But instead of working together for a solution, people were busy pointing fingers. Social media and online chat groups were full of "This wouldn't happen if only blablabla..." theories. Blaming is always easier than solving.
Even worse, fake news and rumors spread quickly through the power of high speed wireless broadbands and fiber optics. It was nearly impossible to filter the truth from the lies. The highest achievement in communication technology, became the medium that witnessed the lowest point in humanity.
But then, things suddenly changed. About some weeks later, a high profile member from one of the most powerful political party, was assassinated. That was when the higher-ups finally started taking things very seriously. On September 6th, 2019, the government gave a green light to the establishment of an elite special force, tasked to maintain peace and order across the country.
Consisted of best men from national police, military, and local municipal police (the pamongprajas), and equipped with the best gears national budget could afford, these men were good at what they do: urban warfare. Some even say they prefer fighting instead of eating. They were named based on the date they were formed : The 69th Special Detachment Unit.
At first, their presence was appreciated by most of the society. However, as riots grew more and more uncontrollable, their function slowly began to change. From a peacekeeping force, to more like armed bodyguards for political parties and VIPs. No matter if you're from the reigning party or the opposition, if they consider your life important enough, you'll be surrounded by 69th agents twenty four-seven...
The special force didn't last long, however. When the full scale nuclear war finally happened, even they weren't prepared for such. Some of the ex-member who were still alive after the war, mostly became hired guns, or joined local militias...
<<<<< Now >>>>>
...The mercenary, now back on his feet, aiming his assault rifle at Mojo...
Mojo wanted to react, but remembered he just emptied his shotgun for that other unlucky bastard. Fortunately Rifanzo reacted quicker, and put a bullet to the mercenary's chest...
... He stumbled a few steps back, but didn't go down. Rifanzo fired again, this time it was headshot. Still that didn't kill him. Impossible, Rifanzo thought...
Mojo just remembered that his grenade-launcher was loaded.
"DOC !!! WATCH OUT !!", as he raised his M-79 to his hip level...
Eriksen jumped as far as he could from the would-be blast radius. A projectile launched, travelled across the room as if it were in slow motion, and exploded right in front of the mercenary...
... After the smoke cleared, they couldn't believe what they saw. The mercenary "miraculously" back on his feet again. His mask and clothes mostly burnt, revealing what he actually was...
... Mechanical metal head, arms, and body, all in military green. Not even a bit of emotion from the robotic face. He, or "it", was preparing to attack again. However, the grenade wasn't completely useless, as it's movement became significantly slower, and signs of leaked hydraulics could be seen in several parts. Mojo grabbed another grenade...
... when suddenly the roof above it fell crashing down. The explosion finally did broke another supporting column, causing the whole building collapsed like a domino effect.
"GET OUTTA HERE YA BLOODY WANKERS !!!", yelled Rifanzo.
Mojo, Eriksen and Rifanzo managed to exit the house at the last second. With a deafening sound, the medical camp was no more...
"That looks like a LER, but it can't be...", mumbled Eriksen, as he was catching his breath.
"A what now?", asked Rifanzo.
"L.E.R... Law Enforcement Robot. Originally developed to assist The 69th on the frontline...", Eriksen looked around to see what remained from the camp. No hope for whatever inside right now...
"The project was cancelled.", he continued, "But rumors said that four units of Prototype LER, called the P-LER, were succesfully built before the project was closed. We must've met one...", explained Eriksen.
"P-LER huh? Sounds like abbreviation was never their strong point...", Rifanzo facepalmed.
"I disagree, whoever came up with the name was a genius...", said Mojo. "So now mutant zombies aren't enough, we have to fight terminators too? What's next? The motorbikes are Decepticons??"
"Are we sure it is dead now? Should we blow it again?", Eriksen looked at the pile of rubble once again.
"Let's not be here to find out..."
----- continued in episode nine -----
------- thanks for reading -------
---- Post-2019 Apocalypse, Episode Eight ----
---- Post-2019 Apocalypse, Episode Eight ----
During the first weeks of the brutal non-stop riots in mid-2019 after election result, the casualties were mostly common people. Street vendors, school students, office workers, taxi drivers, fried rice sellers, credit card salesmen, street musicians, security guards, etc. But instead of working together for a solution, people were busy pointing fingers. Social media and online chat groups were full of "This wouldn't happen if only blablabla..." theories. Blaming is always easier than solving.
Even worse, fake news and rumors spread quickly through the power of high speed wireless broadbands and fiber optics. It was nearly impossible to filter the truth from the lies. The highest achievement in communication technology, became the medium that witnessed the lowest point in humanity.
But then, things suddenly changed. About some weeks later, a high profile member from one of the most powerful political party, was assassinated. That was when the higher-ups finally started taking things very seriously. On September 6th, 2019, the government gave a green light to the establishment of an elite special force, tasked to maintain peace and order across the country.
Consisted of best men from national police, military, and local municipal police (the pamongprajas), and equipped with the best gears national budget could afford, these men were good at what they do: urban warfare. Some even say they prefer fighting instead of eating. They were named based on the date they were formed : The 69th Special Detachment Unit.
At first, their presence was appreciated by most of the society. However, as riots grew more and more uncontrollable, their function slowly began to change. From a peacekeeping force, to more like armed bodyguards for political parties and VIPs. No matter if you're from the reigning party or the opposition, if they consider your life important enough, you'll be surrounded by 69th agents twenty four-seven...
The special force didn't last long, however. When the full scale nuclear war finally happened, even they weren't prepared for such. Some of the ex-member who were still alive after the war, mostly became hired guns, or joined local militias...
<<<<< Now >>>>>
...The mercenary, now back on his feet, aiming his assault rifle at Mojo...
Mojo wanted to react, but remembered he just emptied his shotgun for that other unlucky bastard. Fortunately Rifanzo reacted quicker, and put a bullet to the mercenary's chest...
... He stumbled a few steps back, but didn't go down. Rifanzo fired again, this time it was headshot. Still that didn't kill him. Impossible, Rifanzo thought...
Mojo just remembered that his grenade-launcher was loaded.
"DOC !!! WATCH OUT !!", as he raised his M-79 to his hip level...
Eriksen jumped as far as he could from the would-be blast radius. A projectile launched, travelled across the room as if it were in slow motion, and exploded right in front of the mercenary...
... After the smoke cleared, they couldn't believe what they saw. The mercenary "miraculously" back on his feet again. His mask and clothes mostly burnt, revealing what he actually was...
... Mechanical metal head, arms, and body, all in military green. Not even a bit of emotion from the robotic face. He, or "it", was preparing to attack again. However, the grenade wasn't completely useless, as it's movement became significantly slower, and signs of leaked hydraulics could be seen in several parts. Mojo grabbed another grenade...
... when suddenly the roof above it fell crashing down. The explosion finally did broke another supporting column, causing the whole building collapsed like a domino effect.
"GET OUTTA HERE YA BLOODY WANKERS !!!", yelled Rifanzo.
Mojo, Eriksen and Rifanzo managed to exit the house at the last second. With a deafening sound, the medical camp was no more...
"That looks like a LER, but it can't be...", mumbled Eriksen, as he was catching his breath.
"A what now?", asked Rifanzo.
"L.E.R... Law Enforcement Robot. Originally developed to assist The 69th on the frontline...", Eriksen looked around to see what remained from the camp. No hope for whatever inside right now...
"The project was cancelled.", he continued, "But rumors said that four units of Prototype LER, called the P-LER, were succesfully built before the project was closed. We must've met one...", explained Eriksen.
"P-LER huh? Sounds like abbreviation was never their strong point...", Rifanzo facepalmed.
"I disagree, whoever came up with the name was a genius...", said Mojo. "So now mutant zombies aren't enough, we have to fight terminators too? What's next? The motorbikes are Decepticons??"
"Are we sure it is dead now? Should we blow it again?", Eriksen looked at the pile of rubble once again.
"Let's not be here to find out..."
----- continued in episode nine -----
------- thanks for reading -------
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