The modified truck, now looking more like walking junk, crawled up through the mountain fog. The sound of its diesel engine roared harshly, struggling against the steep incline toward the cold Lembang area.Inside the cramped back, the silence felt heavy. The orphanage children slept piled on top of each other on foam mattresses, mental exhaustion overcoming their fear. Aira slept while clutching the hem of Mega’s shirt, who sat on the floor, as if afraid of being left behind again.Nur Hasanah did not sleep. Her eyes were fixed on Boby’s heart rate monitor. The green graph was weak and slow, but stable like a candle flame flickering in the wind."We're here," Ujang’s voice came through the intercom, his tone a mix of relief and dread. "Miss Doctor... is this a sugarcane field or a giant forest?"Nur moved to the front, peeking through the cabin's partition glass.In front of them, in the middle of an isolated, foggy valley, stood a giant dome-shaped glass structure—The Greenhouse. Th

The next morning, reality slapped them harder than a zombie's hand.The atmosphere in the botanical facility's emergency medical room was silent. Nur Hasanah stood frozen in front of the portable MRI scanner screen. Beside her, Irene and Mega held their breath. Even Roy, the Alpha Zombie, stood in a dark corner of the room, watching silently.Boby sat on the edge of the examination bed, bare-chested. His outer body looked athletic and healthy, an effect of soaking in the sugar pool overnight. His skin was smooth, his muscles toned.But the monitor screen behind him told a different story.Images of Boby's internal organs were displayed in warning colors. His liver was dark purple. His kidneys looked shriveled. His lungs had expanding black patches."Explain it, Doc," Boby said casually, chewing on a raw mutant sugarcane stalk. "Don't use Latin or scientific language, use human language that's easy to understand."Nur took off her glasses, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her face look