"Fuck... feels like all my teeth are about to fall out."Guntur spat onto the cracked asphalt, his hands trembling as he gripped the handlebars of his bike, even though the engine was killed. It wasn’t fear. It was that vibration."It’s not just teeth," Je replied, his voice low, suppressed in his throat. He stood on the hood of their modified jeep, staring toward the entrance gate of Semarang’s Kota Lama—the Old City—which was shrouded in a thin, pink mist. "My crotch... feels like fire ants are throwing a party down there.""A signal," Sinta cut in quickly. The woman with glasses sat in the passenger seat, tapping furiously on her tablet in frustration. "This isn’t a natural sound, Je. Look at this graph. The amplitude is insane. It’s modulated infrasonic waves.""Modulated with what? Porn?" Guntur asked roughly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Damn it, seriously, the hair on my neck is standing up, but so is my 'little brother'. This isn’t right."Je hopped down from the hood, his b

The heavy footsteps stopped. Not a monster, not a robot.Projector light beamed down from the ceiling, slicing through the darkness of the damp basement. Dust motes danced in the blue spotlight which then solidified, forming the figure of a two-meter-tall woman in the center of the room.It was a hologram.The woman wore a white lab coat left wide open, revealing black latex lingerie that glistened in the light. Her face was beautiful, framed by thick-rimmed glasses and hair pulled back in a tight bun. However, fine wires could be seen snaking beneath the skin of her neck.Dr. Vina. Or as military intelligence knew her, Lieutenant Surya, the defected Neuro-Acoustic specialist."Your heart rate has spiked to 140 bpm, Je," Vina's voice echoed, not from a speaker, but as if emerging directly inside Je's head. The hologram walked closer, passing through the piles of organic mannequins without touching them."You're the doctor," Je replied coldly, maintaining his combat stance. "You should

"GET OFF ME, BASTARD!"Je kicked the chest of a male zombie trying to hug his legs. The creature didn't attack with teeth, but by rubbing its wet, rotting crotch against Je's boots with frantic hip movements."Sinta! Blow it now or I'll chop these poles down myself!" Je yelled, slashing the head of another zombie trying to kiss his neck."I told you the signal is dead, Je!" Sinta replied over the comms, her voice sounding disgusted and desperate. "This smoke blocks radio waves! We need a physical wire or a signal strong enough to punch through this interference!"The situation in the church courtyard was the definition of a weird hell.The pink smoke limited visibility to just two meters. Inside the fog, shadows of the unraveled Human Centipedes were running wild. They piled on top of each other, forming mounds of wrestling flesh, howling in painful ecstasy.Dr. Vina kept whispering dirty words through the city loudspeakers, her voice mixed with a lo-fi beat that made heads spin."Sur

WOOOOM—BLAAARRR!!Je rolled to the side just a split second before the Bass Cannon from Dr. Vina’s chest fired. The solid sound wave slammed into a concrete pillar behind Je. The pillar didn't just shatter; it turned to dust. The vibration was so intense that the molecules of cement and stone unraveled instantly."Sloppy precision," Je taunted, standing up while wiping blood from his nose."That was just the warm-up, Staccato!"Vina floated forward. Her bone and speaker Exoskeleton hummed angrily. She aimed her right hand—a giant tuning fork—at Rara.TING!A sharp, high-pitched note was fired. Rara crossed her arms to block it.CRACK!"Rara!" Je yelled.Rara's arms, usually as hard as steel, cracked. Her zombie skin peeled away as if grated by the wind. Rara was thrown back against a wall of flesh, groaning in pain."Don't touch my wife, you Broken Speaker!" Je lunged forward, his black sword slashing horizontally at Vina's neck.However, when his sword was ten centimeters from Vina's

"DON'T LOOK BACK! RUN!"Je's scream was drowned out by a rumble that sounded like millions of locusts chewing on dry leaves. The spore storm was no longer just a green wall in the distance. It had already devoured the Marba Building, swallowed the Blenduk Church they had just left, and was now nipping at their heels.Je's team sprinted along Tawang Road, which had turned into a swamp.Ahead of them, Tawang Station stood gloomy. The majestic colonial building was now half-submerged. The eternal tidal flood had swallowed the platforms and tracks, turning the oldest station into a black, calm, and deadly lake."Water!" Guntur shouted, skidding to a halt at the edge of the puddle separating the road from the station lobby. "Je! This is too deep! My bike won't make it!""Leave the bike!" Je ordered without hesitation. "We swim—no, wait."Je held Guntur back by his chest. His sharp eyes spotted a strange ripple on the surface of the oily water.Something was moving down there. Something lon