2026-01-09 08:02:00The moniker hung in the windy afternoon air, feeling both absurd and heavy. "God of War."
Cindy and Abigail stared at Rizal in confusion, then turned to Satria, as if trying to match the grand title with the figure of the quiet, dust-covered man in front of them. Andy felt the words like a slap across the face. Not just a hero, now Satria was being called a god. The sour taste in his throat intensified.
Satria himself showed no reaction. His face remained expressionless, his sharp eyes locked on Rizal's gaze. His grip on the crowbar did not loosen. In this world, praise could be a deadly distraction.
"Lower your weapons," Satria said, his voice cold and calm, breaking the tension.
Rizal, the leader of the two survivors, hesitated for a moment. He glanced at his partner, Bima, who was still trembling with fear. However, the memory of the sight in his binoculars—the explosion, the efficient movem
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CHAPTER 17: WHISPERS AMIDST THE SIEGE
The night on the rooftop felt like being at the bottom of a frozen, dark ocean. The cold wind blowing at that height pierced to the bone, forcing them to huddle close to the small, restless bonfire. The fire, made from broken table legs and wooden door panels, was the only point of light and warmth on their concrete island. Its orange glow danced wildly, painting long, terrifying shadows on the faces of the six stranded people.Twenty floors below them, hell was having a feast. The sound never stopped, not even for a second. The low drone of growls from thousands of throats merged into a single frequency that made the stomach churn. The sound crept up, seeping through the concrete, as if the building itself were groaning in pain. The drone was punctuated by a constant, tireless rhythm of 'THUD... THUD... THUD...' It was the sound of bodies throwing themselves against the steel and marble barricade, again, and again, and again. It was the background music of thei
CHAPTER 16: ECHOES WITHIN THE FORTRESS
The world outside the lobby glass doors had turned into a churning sea of nightmares. Dozens, then hundreds of empty eyes and gaunt hands pressed, pushed, and beat against every inch of the building's surface. Their low growls merged into a constant drone that crept in through every crack, vibrating the very bones."It won't be enough!" Rizal shouted, his voice nearly drowned out by the sound of cracking glass and bodies slamming against the door. The vending machine they pushed felt like a sheet of cardboard against the pressure of thousands of pounds of undead flesh.Satria didn't answer. His sharp eyes scanned the dim lobby, his brain working faster than the panic. He saw it. The massive reception desk made of marble and steel, firmly bolted to the floor."That desk! We need a lever!" Satria exclaimed. He spotted a fallen metal directional signpost in the corner. "Rizal, hold this barricade with all your might! Give me ten seconds!"Without waiting for
CHAPTER 15: THE STRATEGIST'S STAGE
The clang of the final bell was still vibrating in the air when panic erupted on the rooftop."It's over! They know we're here! We're going to die!" cried Bima, his face ashen. He clutched his head, pacing like a trapped animal.Rizal was no better. His knees were weak, and he leaned against the water tower for support. "Every time that bell rings, they sweep an area clean. No one ever survives. No one."Abigail sobbed softly, the exhaustion and pain in her legs now consumed by pure terror. Cindy stood protectively in front of her, but her clenched jaw and fists betrayed her own fear.Amidst the despair, only two people remained silent. Andy, who was frozen not from fear, but from shock at how quickly the situation had devolved from hope to hell.And Satria.He stood at the edge of the roof, his back to them, his eyes still fixed on the orderly moving lines of the undead in the distance. He wasn't panicking. He wasn't afraid. He was analyzing."Silence," Satria commanded.That single
CHAPTER 14: THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
The moniker hung in the windy afternoon air, feeling both absurd and heavy. "God of War."Cindy and Abigail stared at Rizal in confusion, then turned to Satria, as if trying to match the grand title with the figure of the quiet, dust-covered man in front of them. Andy felt the words like a slap across the face. Not just a hero, now Satria was being called a god. The sour taste in his throat intensified.Satria himself showed no reaction. His face remained expressionless, his sharp eyes locked on Rizal's gaze. His grip on the crowbar did not loosen. In this world, praise could be a deadly distraction."Lower your weapons," Satria said, his voice cold and calm, breaking the tension.Rizal, the leader of the two survivors, hesitated for a moment. He glanced at his partner, Bima, who was still trembling with fear. However, the memory of the sight in his binoculars—the explosion, the efficient movem
CHAPTER 13: TWENTY FLOORS TO HEAVEN OR HELL
The door to the emergency staircase creaked open with a deafening sound. Behind it, thick darkness greeted them, bringing with it the smell of dust, damp concrete, and something vaguely rotten. The air inside felt heavy and suffocating."I'll be in front. Cindy, you're right behind me. Abigail in the middle, and Andy, you close the line at the back," Satria instructed. His voice was low and echoed in the narrow space. "Keep your distance, but don't get separated. Use the wall for support. Don't make a sound."No one argued. They entered the vertical black hole one by one. The door behind them closed with a final 'CLANG,' locking them away from the outside world and swallowing the remaining light. Now, the only illumination was a faint sliver of light filtering in from small windows on each stair landing.First floor. Second. Third.The only sounds were their muffled footsteps and their rapidly quicke
CHAPTER 12: A GOD IN THE EYES OF THE SCOUT
The two-kilometer journey felt like traversing a frozen hell. The silence of Banyuwangi City was far more terrifying than the screams of the undead in Bali. Their every step echoed between the silent buildings; every gust of wind sounded like a whispered threat.Satria walked in front, a crowbar gripped tightly in his right hand. His posture was alert, his head constantly moving, scanning every window, alley, and rooftop. Behind him, Cindy and Abigail walked close together, while Andy maintained a distance of several steps at the very rear, his face steeped in the shadows of anger and shame.Every confident stride Satria took was a slap to Andy. Every time Abigail glanced at Satria’s back with a look of admiration, an invisible knife pierced Andy's pride. He hated this. He hated looking weak, being the one who needed protection, and what he hated most was that the gratitude he should have felt had instead turned to poison in his heart."Just wait," Andy thought, his eyes fixed on Satr
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