"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

The emergency radio transmission kept repeating, filling the morning silence inside the truck with a cold, monotonous threat. General Ardi’s voice, distorted by static, sounded like a ghostly whisper from a dark past—an ultimatum hanging in the air like the sword of Damocles."...hand over the serum... or I’ll level the orphanage in Sector 7..."Boby’s team stood frozen in the command center, their faces illuminated by the blue light of monitors displaying frequency waves. Irene’s face was as hard as granite, her jaw clenched tight. Nur’s face was pale, her genius brain immediately calculating the worst-case probabilities. Ujang’s face was flushed red with suppressed rage."Bunda Harapan Orphanage," Boby murmured softly, the name escaping his lips like a forgotten prayer.Nur turned to him. "You know that place?"Boby nodded, his eyes distant. "I used to. Before the world turned into hell. I... I used to donate there. I’d bring toys, books, chocolate... for the orphans."The memory hit