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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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= Previously on Post-2019 Apocalypse =
--------------------------------------------
... The presidential election on 2019 caused the entire nation divided. Differences in political views escalated quickly, and a huge-scale civil war ensued between both sides not long after. Brothers against brothers, friends against friends, co-workers against co-workers. Destruction. Riot. Bloodbath. Massacre... It was no longer about who was right, but who was left...
... which is only a few. This is the story of those who lived through the war, the story of the survivors...
--------------------------------------------
<<<<<<< Episode Ten >>>>>
"... So where is it? The coordinate he just gave?", asked Eriksen.
Mojo did not say anything at first. He paused a moment, as if he was about to bring some bad news.
"It's in Brotherland...", finally he spoken, while still looking at his GPS map.
"Whutt?? Oh no effin way!! Goin' there is a f*ckin' death wish!! That place is now a thug-controlled barren wasteland. Even before this war, Brotherland is already dangerous!!", said Eriksen frantically.
Brotherland, a subdistrict of Central Jakarta, once a famous location crowded with textile merchants. And like other crowded place, it also attracts thugs and criminals alike. You can't simply open a kiosk or park your car there without paying the local thugs first.
The main market building was partially destroyed in a fire back in 2003, but it had been rebuilt. The war, however, there was no rebuilding from that.
Even after the war, some organized thugs were still fighting among themselves to seize control of the territory. The difference this time, is now they have more guns, with no law enforcement remaining to stop them...
"... I know, I've tried scavenging there once. The reason I'm still alive, is because those people who wanted to kill me, also wanted to kill each other...", replied Mojo.
"Agree with Doc there. And why the message was recorded? This is a trap for sure...", added Rifle Rifanzo.
"Maybe, but I'm still gonna check anyway. If you guys don't wanna come, actually that's probably the best option...", said Mojo.
He continued, "If all of us continue South, I will risk leading the mercenaries there, and endangering the other survivors. If you join me to Brotherland, just the three of us will be no match for whatever waiting for us there, also, noone can inform the survivors about what happening here..."
"So here's my proposal: Two of you ride South, and if they can spare some manpower and guns, send some backup to my location. Meanwhile I'll gather some info, probably we'll know who's sending those mercenaries...", said Mojo, while checking his remaining ammunition.
Rifanzo and Eriksen looked at each other, and finally agreed. Mostly because they couldn't think of better options..
------------
... and so they finally parted ways...
Mojo rode back North, still thinking of that weird distress call.
... The voice was Nikolai's. One of Mojo's friend from work. He was a software engineer from Russia, but there are more stories about him that Mojo knew.
Nikolai Petrovich, Born: St. Petersburg, 1981.
Like all fictional Russian character stereotype, he served a few years in the military, but later quit due to medical reason. Not long after, he found a new passion in computer programming. A smart, funny, and down-to-earth kind of guy, with an unhealthy obsession for Korean pop culture.
His tech company assigned him to Jakarta since early 2017, and as far as Mojo knew, he didn't get a chance to get out of the country when the war started...
If he did survive, he have the necessary combat and survival experience, which could be a great help for the other survivors, Mojo thought. That's one of the reason Mojo decided to follow the S.O.S. call...
... After two hours ride, carefully avoiding dangerous roads and zombie-infested areas, Mojo finally arrived at the wall....
What used to be the 'imaginary' border between Central and South Jakarta, now stands a 40 meters tall, concrete wall. Topped with multiple layers of barbed wires. Guard towers with search lights every few hundred meters. A few dead bodies can still be seen entangled between the barbed wires, looked like some failed attempt to climb the wall...
Nobody knew what was the original purpose of the wall, as there was no sufficient information announced to public at the time. Best guess is to protect important government facilities in Central Jakarta, but now even those places didn't survive the war. The wall was used to be heavily guarded during the peak of the conflict, but it seemed to be abandoned now. Well, at least people will no longer replied "I don't know" when asked where exactly is the border between Central and South Jakarta...
There were graffiti painted all over the wall, as high as what normal people could reach. And just like the egyptian pyramid's hieroglyph, or the sculptings in ancient temple wall, we can know a bit of the place's history from what's written...
Most of it was about blaming each other for this war. Both sides of the presidential candidate fanatics attacked each other using words and pictures, saying things such as "All xxx supporters must die!!!"
There were also things like "Go home you f*ckin foreigners!!!", "Unite together to crush our enemies!!", "The 69th troops are useless!!", "Kill the police!!", etc... The words written on the wall, were basically the embodiment of most people's social media at the time. All kinds of trash talking, hoax, sarcasm, death threats, unfunny political jokes, every imaginable kinds of shitty political opinions, can be found there, spray painted with bright, contrast colors...
Ironically, those hateful thoughts behind the messages, probably lead to the event which gave reason to build the wall in the first place...
Some of the graffiti seemed to be unfinished, with a few bullet holes and dried blood splatters on where the spray paint stopped. Looked like at some point, vandalism was punishable by death...
At another part of the wall, there were more bullet holes and bloods. The pattern indicating that the location was used for execution by firing squad...
There were also mundane things, one of them was a posted flyer which said, "Septic Tank Service", with a phone number below it...
... Mojo had been to this part of the wall before, he searched for the hidden krack, which is barely enough for an average grown man to slip through. Fortunately this war forced him to eat less, enabling him to squeeze through the krack. He had no choice but to leave his motorbike on the other side.
"Okay, I'm back...", He whispered to himself slowly, as he looked around, his finger ready on the trigger...
---- To be continued to episode eleven ----
--------------------------------------------
... The presidential election on 2019 caused the entire nation divided. Differences in political views escalated quickly, and a huge-scale civil war ensued between both sides not long after. Brothers against brothers, friends against friends, co-workers against co-workers. Destruction. Riot. Bloodbath. Massacre... It was no longer about who was right, but who was left...
... which is only a few. This is the story of those who lived through the war, the story of the survivors...
--------------------------------------------
<<<<<<< Episode Ten >>>>>
"... So where is it? The coordinate he just gave?", asked Eriksen.
Mojo did not say anything at first. He paused a moment, as if he was about to bring some bad news.
"It's in Brotherland...", finally he spoken, while still looking at his GPS map.
"Whutt?? Oh no effin way!! Goin' there is a f*ckin' death wish!! That place is now a thug-controlled barren wasteland. Even before this war, Brotherland is already dangerous!!", said Eriksen frantically.
Brotherland, a subdistrict of Central Jakarta, once a famous location crowded with textile merchants. And like other crowded place, it also attracts thugs and criminals alike. You can't simply open a kiosk or park your car there without paying the local thugs first.
The main market building was partially destroyed in a fire back in 2003, but it had been rebuilt. The war, however, there was no rebuilding from that.
Even after the war, some organized thugs were still fighting among themselves to seize control of the territory. The difference this time, is now they have more guns, with no law enforcement remaining to stop them...
"... I know, I've tried scavenging there once. The reason I'm still alive, is because those people who wanted to kill me, also wanted to kill each other...", replied Mojo.
"Agree with Doc there. And why the message was recorded? This is a trap for sure...", added Rifle Rifanzo.
"Maybe, but I'm still gonna check anyway. If you guys don't wanna come, actually that's probably the best option...", said Mojo.
He continued, "If all of us continue South, I will risk leading the mercenaries there, and endangering the other survivors. If you join me to Brotherland, just the three of us will be no match for whatever waiting for us there, also, noone can inform the survivors about what happening here..."
"So here's my proposal: Two of you ride South, and if they can spare some manpower and guns, send some backup to my location. Meanwhile I'll gather some info, probably we'll know who's sending those mercenaries...", said Mojo, while checking his remaining ammunition.
Rifanzo and Eriksen looked at each other, and finally agreed. Mostly because they couldn't think of better options..
------------
... and so they finally parted ways...
Mojo rode back North, still thinking of that weird distress call.
... The voice was Nikolai's. One of Mojo's friend from work. He was a software engineer from Russia, but there are more stories about him that Mojo knew.
Nikolai Petrovich, Born: St. Petersburg, 1981.
Like all fictional Russian character stereotype, he served a few years in the military, but later quit due to medical reason. Not long after, he found a new passion in computer programming. A smart, funny, and down-to-earth kind of guy, with an unhealthy obsession for Korean pop culture.
His tech company assigned him to Jakarta since early 2017, and as far as Mojo knew, he didn't get a chance to get out of the country when the war started...
If he did survive, he have the necessary combat and survival experience, which could be a great help for the other survivors, Mojo thought. That's one of the reason Mojo decided to follow the S.O.S. call...
... After two hours ride, carefully avoiding dangerous roads and zombie-infested areas, Mojo finally arrived at the wall....
What used to be the 'imaginary' border between Central and South Jakarta, now stands a 40 meters tall, concrete wall. Topped with multiple layers of barbed wires. Guard towers with search lights every few hundred meters. A few dead bodies can still be seen entangled between the barbed wires, looked like some failed attempt to climb the wall...
Nobody knew what was the original purpose of the wall, as there was no sufficient information announced to public at the time. Best guess is to protect important government facilities in Central Jakarta, but now even those places didn't survive the war. The wall was used to be heavily guarded during the peak of the conflict, but it seemed to be abandoned now. Well, at least people will no longer replied "I don't know" when asked where exactly is the border between Central and South Jakarta...
There were graffiti painted all over the wall, as high as what normal people could reach. And just like the egyptian pyramid's hieroglyph, or the sculptings in ancient temple wall, we can know a bit of the place's history from what's written...
Most of it was about blaming each other for this war. Both sides of the presidential candidate fanatics attacked each other using words and pictures, saying things such as "All xxx supporters must die!!!"
There were also things like "Go home you f*ckin foreigners!!!", "Unite together to crush our enemies!!", "The 69th troops are useless!!", "Kill the police!!", etc... The words written on the wall, were basically the embodiment of most people's social media at the time. All kinds of trash talking, hoax, sarcasm, death threats, unfunny political jokes, every imaginable kinds of shitty political opinions, can be found there, spray painted with bright, contrast colors...
Ironically, those hateful thoughts behind the messages, probably lead to the event which gave reason to build the wall in the first place...
Some of the graffiti seemed to be unfinished, with a few bullet holes and dried blood splatters on where the spray paint stopped. Looked like at some point, vandalism was punishable by death...
At another part of the wall, there were more bullet holes and bloods. The pattern indicating that the location was used for execution by firing squad...
There were also mundane things, one of them was a posted flyer which said, "Septic Tank Service", with a phone number below it...
... Mojo had been to this part of the wall before, he searched for the hidden krack, which is barely enough for an average grown man to slip through. Fortunately this war forced him to eat less, enabling him to squeeze through the krack. He had no choice but to leave his motorbike on the other side.
"Okay, I'm back...", He whispered to himself slowly, as he looked around, his finger ready on the trigger...
---- To be continued to episode eleven ----
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