"Zero percent."Sarah swiveled her office chair to face Boby, pointing at the monitor displaying a 3D graphic simulation. On the screen, a green dot (their truck) was attempting to chase a red dot (Mega). In every simulation, the red dot either successfully escaped, or the green dot crashed into a tree and exploded."The probability of us catching her in a chase is a big fat zero, Uncle Bob," Sarah explained, chewing gum. "Even if Uncle Ujang drives like he’s possessed by an F1 racer, the laws of physics won't allow this heavy six-wheeled truck to match that creature's acceleration. She can turn 90 degrees without braking. Us? We’ll just end up rolling over in a spectacular crash."Nur Hasanah nodded in agreement, her eyes fixed on the portable microscope on her desk. "Her metabolism is hyper-accelerated. She’s not just fast; her neural reflexes are 50 times quicker than a human's. Before your finger can squeeze the trigger, she’s already moved to the next county."Boby sat on an ammu

"Hold her! Grab her legs!"Nur Hasanah's shout cut through the chaos inside the cramped, cold truck bed.Inside the metal tub filled with melting ice, Mega's body convulsed violently. It wasn't just shivering from the cold, but violent muscle spasms. Her back arched upward, her heels and head slamming against the metal with loud, ringing *DANG! DANG!* sounds.Ice water splashed everywhere, soaking the truck floor, which was already slick with blood and chemicals."Her heart is in fibrillation!" Sarah reported from the monitor, her voice panicked. "The graph looks like a tangled mess of scribbles! Her nervous system is rejecting the cold temperature!"Ujang and Irene held down Mega's legs and shoulders with all their might. Even Ujang, whose strength was equivalent to a bull's, struggled to restrain the slender woman's thrashing."She's ridiculously strong, ma'am!" Ujang complained, the veins in his neck bulging. "I feel like I'm holding back a semi-truck that's about to flip!"Boby, w

The LED lights on the truck's ceiling flickered dimly, adjusting to the power fluctuations from the solar generator. The air inside the truck bed was silent, filled only by Ujang’s soft snoring from the corner and the rhythmic beeping of medical equipment.Mega opened her eyes.This time, there was no screaming. No wild jolting. She woke up with a terrifying stillness, as if her soul had just returned from a long, exhausting journey.She stared at the metal ceiling. Her memory slowly pieced together a messy puzzle.She remembered the coldness of the nitrogen. She remembered the pain as her skin blistered. She remembered the sweetness of Boby’s blood on her tongue. And most clearly, she remembered the face of the man in the clown mask smiling at her even as his neck bled."You’re awake?" Nur Hasanah’s flat voice broke her reverie.Mega turned her head slowly. Nur was sitting at her workstation with her back to Mega, busy with a microscope."There are clothes on the chair next to you,"

Night crept down quickly over the Cipularang toll road. The sound of crickets began to rise from the pine forest, filling the silence left behind by the thousands of zombies that had just departed. The "Walking Fortress" truck now felt like a small, safe island in the middle of a vast, hostile sea of darkness.Inside the truck bed, the atmosphere remained tense. The scent of ozone from Mega’s rapid movement still lingered faintly, mixed with the smell of the Jumper mutant's black blood that was beginning to dry on the metal floor.Ujang was the first to break the silence. "Miss Mega... that was just... whoosh... and then its head popped off. How did you do it?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with admiration as he mimicked a slashing motion with his hands.Mega, who was sitting in a chair cleaning Boby’s scalpel with an alcohol swab, gave a thin smile. "I don't know either, Jang. It was just a reflex. It’s like... my body knows what to do before my brain even thinks about it.""That’s ca

Somewhere in the Southern Mountains, far from the site of the orphanage explosion.A matte black emergency ejection pod lay nestled in the middle of a dense pine forest. Thin wisps of smoke still curled from its cooling vents. The pod door hissed open with a hydraulic screech that grated on the ears.General Ardi Wiranata crawled out.Or more accurately, what was left of him.Half of his face was severely blistered from the heat of the mini-nuclear blast. His robotic left arm was completely severed, leaving behind wires that sputtered with electrical sparks. His right leg dragged, its servos shattered. He looked like a piece of expensive scrap metal tossed into a junkyard.However, his arrogance remained intact.Ardi pulled a flat, box-shaped satellite communication device from the pocket of his scorched uniform. He punched in an encryption code with trembling fingers.Beep. Beep. Beep... Connected.A blue hologram flickered to life from the device. It wasn't a face, but merely a symb