Invasion Day 8 Otaru, Hokkaido, Japan Daichi battled the wind, leaning against the open door of the speeding rural train. Offshore, the wind brushed against his cheek, against the smile on his lips, like a mother caressing her son. He took out his phone, holding it tight in his hand so it wouldn’t fall. A short video, he made a reel no more than a minute, then posted it on his social media. Usually, it’d take five minutes for one of his friends to give a measly comment, a mandatory compliment or the likes. But, after the invasion hit, and then, there was nothing. Well, more like the internet broke. Like, Hiroshima – Nagasaki nuclear bombs decades ago, but in a virtual version of it. How to put it plainly, hmm … the internet had aneurysms. That’s the best term he could come up with. Either way, Daichi had followed the news with his phone, connected to the Japanese government's free Wi-Fi for tourists an
Invasion Day 9Wonosobo, Central Java, IndonesiaThe reddish sun finally set in, calling forth the dark and the moon to adorn the sky.A skinny teenage boy of average height walked through the woods. He wore unwashed jeans and a sweaty oversized t-shirt. A bulky bag strapped to his shoulders, making him bend forward after an afternoon without rest.A nametag hung from his bag, spelled Artha Sangkala.It had been a long day for him. Soon, as the night started, his world would expand.He didn’t expect this at first.The invasion and infectores – all were stuff coming from nightmares. But here he was, surrounded by moving corpses and endless horror.Artha wasn’t new to this kind of thing. Ghosts, demons, and the devil, he was accustomed to them since a baby. Supernatural beings were what he called normal. A psychic, people said to him. He didn’t mind when the unseen creatures were often better than normal humans.Although, after a long day fighting infectores and killing them as a last r
Invasion Day 10 Wonosobo, Central Java, Indonesia It had been a while since Artha followed Eyang Wadas through the other dimension. He tried to focus, hoping the walk to be short. But, like many things in life, not everything goes according to his wish. As someone who could be considered a psychic, seeing ghosts and demons was something normal. He wasn’t afraid of them, nor was he interested in hearing whatever they say to him. However, the supernatural creatures in the other dimension were not like what he had seen. Besides their animal-like appearance and humanoid plant shapes, they could speak his language fluently as they tried to entice him into taking them with them. Some of them even offered food, all kinds of them, really. His mouth watered the moment their nice smell hit his nose. He almost grabbed a skewered meat a half-bull half-man brought in front of him, but Artha shook his head, clearing his mind from the craving and hunger. Eyang Wadas was testing him. Clenching
Invasion Day 11Sapporo, Hokkaido, JapanClink!The wind chime rang, swayed by the wind that breezed past Daichi’s current room. Stolen, of course, he broke through the door with ease.After the first day of the first wave of invasion, no rules applied anymore. People either went crazy or became extra of this Train to Busan’s shitty adaptation. He was not deliquescent, per se, but the mini apocalypse called for desperate measures.Either way, he would take everything while he still could. A long soak in warm water was the best. Then, changing into these fresh out of the laundry clothes he stole from the department store. He brushed his nicely smelled hair, looking at his reflection in the mirror.Daichi missed the feeling of touching the tuft of hair growing on his chin. But, he was definitely more handsome, with his face shaven clean. Though, he considered wearing his glasses again so that his slanted eyes didn’t look so small anymore. Even if he didn’t need it any longer, his vision
Invasion Day 12Cape of Good Hope, Cape Town, South AfricaIt was the worst possible sea sickness ever felt by humans.Daichi was the one experiencing it, so he knew. There was no other way to describe this, he was sure. It felt like the Earth tipped on its axis and turned in the opposite direction for fun. He wasn’t having any fun. Instead, he was down on his knees, puking his well-served and rightly-deserved dinner of half-eaten nikujaga.So, he wasn't playing around when he said it was the worst sea sickness ever felt by a human. His claim was not debatable.On the other side, the soldier Systemist from North Korea, Lee Yo-han, looked like he just took a morning stroll in the park. There was no way for his dignity to still be intact after this.After his puking session was done, Daichi wiped his lips with his stolen clothes. His dinner had gone to waste, and it only left acid in his mouth.“I don’t mean we have to teleport right away,” he grumbled, giving the blame to the soldier.
Day 13Kingfield, Maine, United StatesSeth didn’t think he’d ended up in a place like this.Although Dollar General in Kingfield seemed to be the best place for him. It used to sell basic, affordable brands at everyday low prices. Tobacco, wine, and beer were also within reach, making it especially easy for Seth to get drunk and wasted.He ignored the health and beauty aisles, heeding right to where frozen meals were no longer kept at zero degrees due to the power outage. There, he grabbed a few canned food and slices of bread. Some snacks and chocolates were dumped in his shopping cart.“Grraaaah!”Seth heard the familiar groan of an infectore. He didn’t even look up as he took a knife from his belt and flicked his wrist. The knife shot through the air, finding a home in the infectore’s skull, right between his eyes.“Graaaaaaaagh!”As expected. The infectore didn’t have a brain, making his deadly throw useless.This time, Seth looked up from the cereal boxes in his hand. He was jus
Invasion Day 14Wonosobo, Central Java, IndonesiaIn the middle of Lake Wadaslintang, a teenage boy stood surrounded by the water. The ghastly beasts of huge crocodiles, sea snakes, and other supernatural beings had long gone. He was alone, but that didn’t make it easier for him.His name was Artha, and he wouldn’t stop saying the chants in his head, even if the infectores attacked and the world ended. He had to keep meditating to complete this ritual.Well, that was the plan, anyway.On his third day in the lake, he heard someone asking for help. Right in his ears.“Help.”“Help!”“HELP!”There was no one.There was no one beside him, all alone in the middle of the lake. Surrounded by still water, and nothing else was there.“Help.”“Help!”“HELP!”But they screamed.They screamed,
Invasion Day 15Queens, New York, USABeatrice walked into the busy John F. Kennedy International Airport with her head held high. She looked at her surroundings, noticing that the usually great place was nothing more than a huge garbage now. Littered with infectores and some unmoving corpses.[3 people detected in the control room.]Thankfully, she was invisible to them due to using one of her skills. It allowed her to look like an infected person in the infectores eyes, making them think she was one of them. Although, the skill’s duration wouldn’t last long.[Skill – The Fool’s Mask ends in 3 minutes.]Beatrice sighed and hurried herself to the room control, following the map given by the System. Alas, the door was locked from the inside. She tried to smash it open with her axe, but even with the added Strength from her passive, the door didn’t budge.“Hey!” She yelled, hoping the people inside to hear her. “Open the door.”When no reply was heard, Beatrice looked up and searched fo