
Mala (Zombie Apocalypse)
rizky Kambodia · Ongoing · 67.3k Words
Introduction
They say Jakarta is the safest place; is the green zone the destination, hell or heaven? It's neither because everything above is full of question marks.
Some people are still trying to defend their lives or rights among the many question marks. The problem is, will those who survive remain fully human or turn into mindless corpses wandering around chasing around?
Chapter 1
Puffs of smoke rose high, making the sky a slightly grayish color. While ensuring it was under control outside, I tried to look out of the narrow, dusty room in an empty building. There was no one but bodies strewn about the streets like trash. Cars and public facilities were damaged due to demonstrations and massive looting that occurred several years ago. But, I'm not sure, I don't know, maybe I've forgotten too much about the sea of people.
Looked up for a moment and looked at the cloud of smoke. Maybe a fire. Then, with stealthy steps, I approached one of the bodies lying under the electricity pole on the right side. The reaction that arises is always the same every time I encounters a lifeless body; I almost vomits stomach acid when I sees the condition of the corpse of a man wearing a security guard shirt with the name Sunaryadi on it. His face was destroyed with gaping bite wounds covered in flies on his left hand and both legs. I don't know what happened to the poor man until his right hand was no longer intact.
Scenes like this have become a constant sight since demonstrations and the pandemic. Even corpses that had become human skeletons were left lying like carcasses. But a scene like this is a nightmare that can't be avoided even if I try to wake up. My brown irises caught the knife and gun at his waist.
While saying a prayer in my heart that I didn't mean to steal, I slowly took the two weapons, trembling, then put them in the two back pockets of my jeans. Then I left the security guard's body and looked for another hiding place. Unfortunately, my stomach suddenly thrashing for filling made me think twice.
I have to find a hiding place that has a supply of food.
Barefoot, I walked warily and occasionally hid behind walls or cars. Not because of fear of being arrested by state officials amid a strange epidemic that has hit the country, but rather because humans who have met their end come back to life as something else. Something scarier than a predator that preys on humans. More greedy than state officials who fight over seats and treasures.
Sometimes, I also wonder about nature; women who are always considered weak by men have managed to survive this far. Walking aimlessly along streets is considered safe from 'them,' taking shelter at night in high places, and moving as fast as possible during the day without a weapon. The hot sun burns every layer of skin, especially the soles of the feet, which come into contact with the asphalt. What a fool! When you find an empty shop, instead of looking for footwear, I prioritize looking for food to maintain my life.
Raising my head while reading the street sign that says Boulevard Raya - a row of abandoned luxury houses and shophouses - is like a silent witness to the disaster that struck this place. My eyes widened when I saw one of the strange creatures walking alone in the middle of the road with a blank stare. With a quick movement, I ducked to protect myself behind a rusty dark green bus. My heartbeat was racing wildly, beads of sweat appeared the size of corn kernels, and I was breathing shallowly, afraid that the brainless creature would hear the slightest sound. Unlucky! Both hands trembled when I imagined whether my life would end in this place.
In my heart, I should have just hidden in that narrow room. However, hiding without knowing the outside situation is the same as slowly committing suicide. Swallowing hard, I crawled under the bus with quick movements without making any noise. I can see from here that both legs are clad in worn and torn brown pipe pants; the creature is walking unsteadily while occasionally stopping to find out what to look for.
He stopped about ten meters from my position. The closest distance for them to attack and take lives easily. As a result, my heartbeat became increasingly erratic; even for a few seconds, I held my breath. I crumpled my t-shirt to my chest so the pounding wouldn't get louder like the song that invited them.
The shuffling footsteps approaching the bus made me want to scream for help. However, there was no time left to avoid them, so I took the security guard's knife. I had to survive even though I didn't know how to kill that crazy predator. If vampires are killed in the heart, then where should I stick this knife into their body?
When pacing around like he was looking for something with a growling voice, all my nerve cells were forced to avoid the bus immediately, and I decided to crawl out of there. In front of this old bus was a rusty public transportation painted dark blue not far away.
Unfortunately, bad luck suddenly came when my right shoulder accidentally touched the bus's body. After being caught off guard by the undead, I ran to find a hiding place. He ran, almost keeping pace with me with a scary growling sound and cloudy white eyes.
"Ah, damn!" I exclaimed with my energy starting to run out.
My body fell onto the asphalt when I accidentally tripped over a pair of black flip-flops. Blood seeped from his forehead and knees. Pain and soreness. When I stood up, the living corpse would lunge at my body with its slimy mouth ready to tear flesh. Reflexively, I kicked him in the stomach quite hard, causing him to take a few steps back.
As if not giving up, his two blackened hands wanted to grab my body again, but fortunately, I was in a stable position to fight back. My right hand pierced his forehead, which was so soft, causing black and rotten blood to flow profusely. He just collapsed in the middle of the road, and I took the opportunity to run as fast as possible to find shelter without even looking back.
I don't know whether this method was able to kill him or not because all this time, all I did was hide and hide like a coward. Now, I no longer feel the nerves in the soles of my feet that touch the asphalt under the hot sun. Everything was numb except the survival instinct.
God, I don't want to die in that condition.
April 1, 20xx
I looked at the cellphone screen with disinterest while lying down on the guest sofa; almost every day, the news reporters displayed events that were being widely discussed, apart from political issues, demonstrations, news of the arrest of a drug kingpin, and the sudden death of several animals due to a strange disease. Finally, the old news that has not been resolved is the biggest river pollution in West Java and Jakarta. However, this time, it was due to a leak in one of the chemical factory tanks.
"What are you reading? You're so serious," said Restu, who suddenly appeared and sat before me, holding his laptop.
"Reading the news makes me increasingly dizzy daily," I complained. "If it's not the state, the people who act, then it's the officials. Just look at this..."
I showed my roommate a very sad picture of the Citarum River while staying in Bekasi. Like a children's cartoon, the girl with short hair just nodded and then shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't dare comment; I'm afraid of being arrested," she said with a chuckle. "No need to think about that yet, San. Think about the college entrance exam."
"Tsk, yes-yes."
I read the article again about the impact of the chemical factory leak on the historic river. The Citarum River is repeatedly polluted and always caused by humans themselves. Disposal of rubbish and waste and widening land for factories is increasingly intensive. This doesn't happen once or twice, but it seems like big business owners never get deterred by the law. Or it could be all because of the slickness that means the local community's demands are never resolved.
Restu turned on the TV on our right, and the next second, the 14-inch screen displayed local news with the same theme as what I read on the internet. The difference is that the news shows the victims who are starting to fall due to the side effects of the chemical factory leak in the Citarum River.
"The number of victims due to the Mahakam Sanjana chemical factory leak in the Citarum river is increasing. Today, there are twenty poisoned victims at Mekarsari hospital; five people have died, and thirteen others are being treated..."
"Tsk, if it's like this, where do our water resources come from?" Restu commented, shaking his head.
"Yes, you can buy a gallon of water," I answered casually.
"That's crazy. Our needs almost entirely depend on water. If we only use gallons of water and suddenly the price goes up, the people are in trouble, San. One gallon won't be enough."
"Yeah, no need to shower; just drink a gallon of water," I said with a chuckle.
The news anchor also broadcast about a disease that attacks livestock and now infects humans in the Karawang area. It started with a cattle farmer who suddenly experienced a high fever after bathing one of his cows, resulting in brain complications, then spread to residents around the farmer until there was a ban on eating livestock meat. The disease, which was originally caused by bacteria similar to Brucella, apparently also contained a virus of unknown type. This makes anyone faint without symptoms, although the initial signs are always accompanied by a high fever lasting several days. The streets there began to fill with people lying around helplessly.
"We are overwhelmed. All areas of the hospital are full...."
I still remember that the distribution of illegal livestock meat still exists even though the Ministry of Health has issued an order to withdraw the meat distribution and impose sanctions on the seller. However, there are reasons why traders are always selfish. As a result, many people end up becoming victims.
As you might expect, demonstrations resulting from the withdrawal of all meat from the market and layoffs in several slaughter factories took place until the bodies scattered on the streets came back to life.
I'm moaning in pain due to wounds on my forehead and knees, which still hurt even though the blood has dried. I peeked behind the glass window of someone's sedan. Tired of running in an uncertain direction made my stomach thrash even more. For the past two days, no food has been left except drinking water as a temporary support. The acidic liquid in my stomach was crawling up my throat; I took a drink bottle from my bag, and only a quarter of the bottle was left, which was not enough for the next trip.
I gulped down the remaining mineral water, which only moistened my dry throat. If it's like this, I'm sure that tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, death from starvation will come voluntarily. Looking around at the surrounding buildings, these tightly closed shophouses indicated that I was still in the Boulevard Raya area.
Oh, damn. Why is this elite housing complex so spacious?
My eyes narrowed to see a black object with a puff of smoke in the middle of the road. My distance from the object was around twenty meters, maybe less. There was something else on his side. Something is burning, but I don't know what. It could be wood, car tires or animals.
My stomach growled again and became more painful until I bit my lower lip to suppress this feeling of hunger. I looked around, making sure the creature wasn't there. At least right now, I don't know what the next few minutes will be.
Open the car door very slowly so as not to make a loud noise. The sun was very hot compared to before, a stinging sensation was felt on the soles of the feet as if reviving the nerve cells that died when they touched the asphalt of the road.
I jogged towards the object. It turned out that a black backpack contained a can of liquid milk, sandwiches and a lighter. My eyes widened with a wide smile, but it suddenly faded when I saw the charred object and corpse, making me vomit instantly.
Oh damn! Who burned them?
Suddenly, a loud car sound was heard. I hurriedly took my bag and food as a good fortune in broad daylight, then ran and hid behind a shop wall on the right side of the road.
The sound got louder and louder, making my ears hurt. I would feel like throwing a big rock at the car if I had enough strength. However, this time, I just kept my head down to protect myself when a bright red MPV crossed the road and hit and ran over the charred body.
Who are they?
Last Chapters
#44 44. Jarak; Not The End
Last Updated: 1/14/2026#43 43. Jarak; They Know
Last Updated: 1/14/2026#42 42. Santi; Underground
Last Updated: 1/14/2026#41 41. Jarak; Containers
Last Updated: 1/14/2026#40 40. Santi; Magic Words
Last Updated: 1/14/2026#39 39. Jarak; Burn the memories
Last Updated: 1/14/2026#38 38. Santi; Lost
Last Updated: 1/14/2026#37 37. Santi; Alive
Last Updated: 1/14/2026#36 36. Jarak; Help
Last Updated: 1/14/2026#35 35. Santi; Big Problem
Last Updated: 1/14/2026
You Might Like 😍
Let Them Kneel
Cast out by her pack. Forgotten by the Lycans.
She lived among humans—quiet, invisible, tucked away in a town no one looked at twice.
But when her first heat comes without warning, everything changes.
Her body ignites. Her instincts scream. And something primal stirs beneath her skin—
summoning a big, bad Alpha who knows exactly how to quench her fire.
When he claims her, it’s ecstasy and ruin.
For the first time, she believes she’s been accepted.
Seen.
Chosen.
Until he leaves her the next morning—
like a secret never to be spoken.
But Kaelani is not what they thought.
Not wolfless. Not weak.
There is something ancient inside her. Something powerful. And it’s waking.
And when it does—
they’ll all remember the girl they tried to erase.
Especially him.
She’ll be the dream he keeps chasing… the one thing that ever made him feel alive.
Because secrets never stay buried.
And neither do dreams.
The CEO's Unspoken Love
Before I could answer, he moved closer, suddenly looming over me, his face inches from mine. I felt my breath caught, my lips parting in surprise.
"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," he murmured, nipping my lower lip before claiming my mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as I responded, my initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.
My breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping my throat as he explored my body. His touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from me that I thought he felt reverberating through his own body.
My nightgown had ridden up, his hands discovering more of mine with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...
Three years ago, to fulfill the wish of his grandmother, I was forced to marry Derek Wells, the second son of the family that had adopted me for ten years. He didn't love me, but I had secretly loved him all along.
Now, the three-year contractual marriage is about to end, but I feel that some kind of sentiment has developed between Derek and me that neither of us is willing to admit. I'm not sure if my feelings are right, but I know that we can't resist each other physically...
The Alpha's Stripper Mate
"What?" It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. I did not wait for him to answer me, I walked toward him.
"Dance on my lap."
My head screamed at me to turn around and run. But my whole body responded to his command.
"Yes, Alpha," I pulled my dress over my body, it dropped over my head and fell to the ground behind me. I was left in nothing but my matching bra and thong. My hands covered my chest on reflex.
"Let me see."
My hands dropped to my sides.
I lowered myself into his lap, facing him. His eyes peered into mine, and I could feel his hot breath fan my face. His dick responded to all my moves, hardening against my now-moist vagina. I swallowed hard, allowing my lips to part in a ragged breath. His hands trailed up to my waist.
"No touching."
At the tender age of eleven, JoJo Wyatt was forced to grow up far sooner than she should have. Born to a cruel father and a weak mother, she quickly realized she had to become the breadwinner for herself and her sister. Nothing else mattered to her, not even the hottest men. In fact, she despised them. After one horrific night, she swore never to have any contact with the male species again. That was, until she started working for him as his stripper.
Meanwhile, Alpha Lake Rush, thirty, was the most feared Alpha in the country. Burdened by his own share of life's struggles, he had learned only to be cruel and reckless, rejecting not one but two mates. But what happens when he discovers yet another mate, and she turns out to be his stripper?
Bound by Fate, Freed by Choice
Her escape leads her to Alpha Rowan, the commanding leader of the Blackwood Pack, who offers shelter, protection, and an unexpected chance at a new life. But Rowan’s fierce and jealous fiancée sees Lyla as a threat, and the pack’s charming Beta is drawn to her quiet strength.
As a dangerous attraction simmers between Lyla and Rowan, they begin to unravel a dark web of secrets that implicates Kaiden and threatens both their worlds.
With her hidden power awakening, Lyla must navigate treacherous loyalties, face the alpha who shattered her, and decide: Will she follow the destiny fate forced upon her, or claim the love and strength she has chosen for herself?
The Vampire Prince's Hybrid Bride
A pack of their own
What the Heart Wants (Book 1 of the Alpha Faros Series)
Not loving him will cost more.
Derek has one goal: survive high school without drawing too much attention or pissing off his pack’s alpha.
As the youngest son of the alpha, his life is governed by lycan hierarchy, tradition, and politics. With no signs of awakening a lycan spirit, his only value is what he can do for the pack’s image. He knows he’s only ever one misstep away from exile… or worse.
Then, he finds a boy trapped in a locker on orientation day, and everything changes.
Derek shouldn’t want Nikolias. He’s off-limits. A risk Derek can’t afford.
So why does it feel like he’s the only thing worth fighting for?
Nikolias has just lost everything: his parents, his home, and any sense of peace. Sent back to the town his family left years ago to live with his prejudiced and controlling uncle, who wants nothing to do with anything—or anyone—not human, he’s trying to do everything in his power to get out quickly.
But then he meets Derek again, and all of his plans vanish in the soft, yearning flecks of gold in Derek’s green-hazel eyes. He’s drawn to Derek in a way that’s impossible to deny, and he thinks Derek feels the same way, despite the danger their relationship holds for him.
As Moonshadow's politics turn deadly, Derek and Nikolai are caught in the crossfire of a war that had started long before they were born, and their bond becomes a threat and a lifeline that neither can afford to sever.
Because the heart wants what it wants….
And it never asks permission.
TW: Graphic Violence, Suicide Ideation, Suicide Attempt, Child Abuse, Cult-Like Behavior
Mates: Regrets and Redemption
With my heart in pieces, I sought solace in the last place I expected—my Alpha's arms. One night turned into a dangerous entanglement, and now my Alpha refuses to let me go. As the Alpha’s obsession grows, I'm caught in a web of desire and fear.
Curtis, the boy I once loved, still holds a promise I made, but the Alpha’s powerful presence pulls me deeper into his world. Should I forgive Curtis and keep my word, or should I risk everything for a chance at something wild and unpredictable with the Alpha who won’t take no for an answer?
“There are no limits between us,” he chuckled, the mirth sparkling in his gorgeous eyes. “And all of this stems from the night you gave me both pain and pleasure. I’m simply returning the favor.”
He took two steps forward, and I stepped back. “But…” The memory of what I had done filled me with fear, and I knew I had to get out of there. “I…”
“No, Firecat.” He placed an index finger on my lips. “This will take your mind off that son of a bitch.” His strong hands pulled me by the waist until I felt his hard manhood.
Avery and the Cursed Alpha
Then a mysterious billionaire offers her a deal that sounds too good to be true.
Alexander Ravenswood is powerful, wealthy, and feared throughout Tenebrous City. Behind his perfect public image lies a deadly secret. He is the Alpha of the Nocturne Pack, cursed by an ancient bloodline that is slowly driving him toward madness and death. His only hope lies in finding the legendary Aethon Orb—or the prophesied mate destined to save him.
When Alex discovers that Avery can draw symbols connected to the long-lost artifact, he offers her a contract she cannot refuse: become his fake fiancée for six months in exchange for enough money to erase her debts and save her home.
What begins as a business arrangement quickly becomes something far more dangerous.
As they search for the missing Orb, Avery is drawn into a hidden world of werewolves, ancient prophecies, and deadly pack rivalries. Powerful enemies want Alex's throne. A jealous Alpha heiress wants Avery gone. And a ruthless rival Alpha will stop at nothing to claim the Orb for himself.
But the greatest secret of all may be Avery herself.
Because the closer she gets to Alex, the more impossible truths begin to surface about her past, her strange abilities, and the destiny that has been waiting for her all along.
With a curse threatening Alex's life, enemies closing in from every side, and a forbidden bond growing stronger by the day, Avery must decide whether to walk away from the dangerous Alpha who needs her—or risk everything for a love written by fate itself.
In a city where secrets kill and destiny cannot be escaped, can a fake engagement become a love powerful enough to change the future?
They'll Regret This
My fiancé didn't just dump me—he proposed to her that same night. My so-called family handed me bus fare and a one-way ticket to the countryside.
Perfect. Let them think they won.
They don't know who I really am. The anonymous genius surgeon who saves lives when elite hospitals give up. The legendary artist whose paintings sell for millions at auction. The undefeated shadow queen of the underground fighting circuit. And the true heiress to a fortune that makes theirs look like pocket change.
Now my ex-fiancé begs on his knees. My fake sister's jealousy is eating her alive. And that cold, arrogant CEO who once threw our engagement contract in my face? He's hunting me down like a man possessed, desperate for one more chance.
They threw me away like trash to upgrade their lives.
Joke's on them.
I was always the upgrade.
The Rogue King II
Under the weight of his grief and pain, along with of the uncertainty of the new mate bond forged between Silas and Nate, Silas decides that he needs help. The weight of being Alpha that nearly just lost his pack if his little sister hadn’t been there, Silas decides to push everything away to be a better and stronger Alpha. Using magic is father gave him, Silas loses so much more than his way.
Nate, struggling with the mate bond, what the bond means for him, has continued to fight Silas, his Alpha, his best friend, and now his mate. When their fight goes too far, both Silas and Nate must deal with the consequences. It both pulls them together and tears them apart. Eventually leading to a full break in any relationship they had ever had.
On his own, Silas has to navigate through the next chapter alone. Coming to realize his actions, the consequences, and just how much it’s going to take to repair the damage he has done.
Nate, also on his own, works through what it means to step up in more ways than one. Somehow, even after her death, Aelia is still reaching out and helping Nate navigate the world on his own. He vows to grow and step up into the wolf that she knew he could be.
Book 2 in The Rogue Kings following immediately after The Rogue Kings I - Solaris' Reign. Trigger Warnings. Rated 18+.
The Shattered Moon King
Lena is a survivor. For years, she has weathered the harsh, post-apocalyptic landscape by following one rule: trust no one. But when she finds an amnesiac man near death in the wilderness—a man with kind eyes and a strength that is anything but human—she makes a choice that will unravel her solitary existence.
She calls him Cain, but the shattered-moon tattoo on his back brands him as Kaelen, the long-dead Alpha of the powerful Sky-Fall pack. His return triggers a brutal civil war with the usurper who stole his throne and his fated mate. Hunted by Lycan assassins and a fanatical human commander desperate for the secrets locked in Lena's own past, their only hope lies in embracing the very power Kaelen can't remember and Lena has always feared.
As they uncover a conspiracy that threatens not just the pack, but the future of every living thing, Kaelen must fight for a kingdom he doesn't know and Lena must confront a legacy she tried to bury. In a world of broken thrones and fated bonds, they will discover that the greatest choice is not between love and duty, but between who you are told you must be, and who you choose to become.












