Five (also some comeback "words" *yeah, words*)

Yeah, I delay stuff... lol

But I've not forgotten this blog yet, I just couldn't

after severe punch back into video gaming, I play.... and play... and play...

*reinstalled Skyrim btw*

yet, beside all the video gaming stuff, I got closer to my musical stuff... I've even tried a new instrument...

*sfx : Drumroll* 

the saxophone 

*crowd cheering, much wow*

lol, jk, no need to brag actually.... but I really do play the sax, since this February...

okay, enough from my musical side, 'tis time for my writing stuff...

I've been thinking, instead of writing short stories, why not poem instead? 

It can be shorter than a short story, as long as a short story, or even longer than a short story;

You can incorporated the "poetic" words easily on poems;

And rhymes are just a challenge that is too intriguing to be ignored...

          Rhymes are easily incorporated on poems btw

*lastly, some girls digs poems, am I right ladies?*

anyway, here's my take on the 24 lined poems, divided equally by 6 verses

so, as always, comment, like (or dislike), and share. your comments criticisms are very well appreciated.

Five

Changes were nothing but drastic
So I was convinced it’s fantastic
Perhaps I was just a fanatic
Shivers in fears, hiding the panics

I deny the weights on my shoulder
They’ve done nothing but break me down
I must shove them back to my holster
Yet, it is blocked by my own boulder

Still, in anger I have immersed
With mere mortal pain, I traverse
I can do nothing, but observe
Saw myself changes for the worse

All the bargains I have made
Though perhaps, nothing will ever aid
I have ran out of masquerade
All the figures to be portrayed

Once again fell to deepest depression
Fade, all of the useless aggression
All was made but the simplest progression
Nothing left, but the humblest confession

I need no assistance
I shall do this with no reluctance
All I need was acceptance
To punch me back into freedom

Back From Power Study

As all my friends (who read this stuff) know, on the start of 2014 I was still in middle school, 9th grade. Early May 2014, I faced my final test

The result... satisfying enough...

Anyway, because February - April was filled with practical tests, and written test, I don't have enough time to write. (see, it's not always because of video game...)

My last post was on February 22nd, and in fact, I don't know why I could write a post here...

Memories gone....

Anyway, May 9th until July 10th I got a holiday...





and again because I played so many video games, I couldn't post here often...

The latest one is Deus Ex : Human Revolution and Spec Ops : The Line...

Spec Ops : The Line (I'm referring as The Line for the rest of the post) is one sick game...

I mean seriously. The Line was one of few games (perhaps the only one game) designed to make you regret your decision you (and I) make in the game.

For some people think that The Line was another mindless shooter, then you probably never played that game before. I mean yeah, if you look at the wikipedia site of the game (Click Here), the genre stated there is clearly "Third-person shooter", and the gameplay matched the genre.

But I tell you. The Line is more than a shooter.

Because I'm a nice guy (-ish) and I don't want to spoil anything to any of you who haven't played the game yet, I don't include explanation why it's more than a shooter (well, if you think again, it's a small spoiler, doesn't it?)

I'm not sponsored by whoever made this video game, but I strongly suggest all of you who usually play generic shooters like Call of Duty, Medal of Honor, of Battlefield, to play the game, and rethink about your action in such games...

Speaking of rethink action, I finished The Line before I played Human Revolution. and the way I played in Human Revolution is different from playing similar games before I played The Line

Yep, The Line has, quite literally, changed the way I behave in playing video games.

The similar game to Human Revolution that I've played is Dishonored...

Not because the story, the gameplay (well, their gameplay is quite similar in my opinion),

But they're the same because the game gave us choice to kill or not to kill a target.

The first time I played Dishonored, I killed all the guards, and few of the targets.

But then, I looked at the Internet there was an alternate ending (dammit, I've given a spoiler) to those who play with low chaos (few kills).

So, I retry Dishonored without killing guards, but simply knocking them unconscious.

Back to Human Revolution, I played from the start without trying to kill them, simply knocking them unconscious. 

No, it's not because of the bonus EXP for knocking enemies unconscious, and not because I want to try the "Pacifist" achievement

As a matter of fact, I didn't know there was a bonus EXP for knocking enemies unconscious until the 2nd to final boss. 

Speaking of Deus Ex: Human Revolution, I love the story of Human Revolution. The Cybernetic Augmentations given as an upgrade points in the game are awesome, and perhaps, I might want to have one installed in my body sometime in the future, especially the CASIE augmentation. 

Anyway, The Line has rewritten my thoughts of every shooter there is...





Oh and one more thing.

I currently working on a story which is inspired from The Line, the key plots of the story, and the condition of Cpt. Martin Walker himself, so next month, Perhaps around August 17th, okay?


































Do you feel like a hero yet?

The Black Hand

My second English-languaged Short Story. 

As always, comment, like (or dislike), and share. your criticisms are very appreciated.

In case you forget, please don't claim my works as yours, simply mention my name at the end of the story when you wanted to copy and published this work. Thanks

The Black Hand

I was born with a gift that’s lets me know how much pain I can take more. The key is on my left hand. Whether I feel hurt, both physically and mentally, I see a dash of a black-colored something that I don’t know, even until now, emerging from my left shoulder. The more pain I feel, the black matter grows longer, and its quantity rise. Nobody besides me can see it.

The funny thing is the emotional pain makes the black matter grew faster than the physical pain. Actually, actions that people think will kill me, like stabbed, yes, I’ve been stabbed before, fell from a building, assumption, etc. don’t kill me, and only make a little addition to the black matter. On the other hand, the emotional pain, such as sadness, anger, etc. makes much more addition to the black matter. So basically, if I don’t want to die soon, I’d best keep my distance away from everybody.

Luckily, the growth of the matter is slow, so it takes more than a year for all parts of my hand to completely blacken.

A full black hand means unconsciousness for me. I’ve fell unconscious twice, at the age of six, and other at the age of 12. I assume that the next full black hand means the death of me, you know, because perhaps there’s only three chance, like in baseball, three strikes and you’re out, I don’t know. Actually, I’m kind of scared. The rate of growth of the black matter is increasing for these past two years, and it almost covered my hand completely.

“Get up, Fred! Get up!” Yep, I’ve almost forgot I’ve got to wake up, and go to school again. It’s Monday.

“Later, mom. I’m still sleepy,” said I.

“Do you know what time is it? It’s almost 7.30 and you’ll be late! So, get up, shower, get dressed, and eat your breakfast right now!” yelled my mom.

Seeing that I still on my bed, my mom pulled my feet and I fell to the floor. I know it was only 30 minutes to school, but you didn’t have to do that, mom!

So quickly, I showered, got dressed, and ate a piece of sandwiches while I ran to school. After arriving at school, I was hungry. So, I underwent the first period with me starving. And luckily, I was able to eat a pizza at the first break. Yep, my school serves pizza.

“Pig, give me your math book now! I need to copy the homework assignment,” said Albert, the bully in my class. He’s been picking me ever since I’ve known him two years ago. And I’m tired of it. Now, it’s time to stand up against him.

“Er, absolutely not,” said I hesitantly.

“What did you said, pig?” insulted Hank. I felt insulted because of his insult.

“I said no. I would rather you punch me instead you picking me all the time!” said I with the last of the courage I’ve still got.

Of course he punched me in the face, but he didn’t stop there I was punched in the other parts of my body. Also, besides of punches, he and his friends, accomplices, or slaves, as I like to refer them as it, insulted me more and more.

After that, I fell unconscious for the third time.

For the third time.

I guessed that the first two things that I would see after I’ve regained my vision were the gates of fire, of the gates with clouds beneath it. And I was right. As I see the two gates, there’s a voice, very low-toned and very loud shocked me.

“Frederick Clark Richards, I’ve been waiting for you.”

“What? Who is this? What is this place? Am I already dead?” asked I.

“You have, but you haven’t. Your hand, It was the Mark of Knowing. A gift bestowed to the 13^th descendant of The Overseer which names are forbidden for us to speak. You are the straight descendant of The Overseer. And, you’ve been summoned here,” said the voice.

The Overseer? I’ve never thought of it. My parents never told me, so do my grandparents.

“What is The Overseer, you thought. The Overseer was the only man capable of seeing the future. Not many possible futures, but only one certain future. But, The Overseer’s ego was so big. He was a cocky, arrogant man and used the power of Overseeing for his purpose only,” said the voice.

After that, the voice guides me through the darkness of afterlife, passing through the gate of heaven and the gate of hell.

“What are The Overseer’s abilities?” asked I.

“Everything related to time. Aside of seeing the future, The Overseer can travel through time, and can manipulate time itself,” explained the voice.

“And, what does it do with me?” asked I.

And the voice told me something that I ignored. Blah blah blah… I only said yes when I was asked to do something for him.

“Good. He is set,” said the voice.

Suddenly, I saw a light and I woke up in a futuristic hospital. I looked at my body and I was shocked that I’m now a young adult, not old enough to be an adult, but way too old to be a 14 year-old boy like I used to be before I fell unconscious. Turns out I’ve been in a comatose state for almost 10 years. I was shocked, at first but then I realize it’s hard to tell time when you’re passing to the other side.

I looked at my left hand, and it’s still black, but now it’s glowing like never before. Several minutes later, I saw a middle-aged man, looking at me. His left hand was black, like me.

“Hey, is your hand supposed to be black?” asked I.

“Good. You are the one,” said the man.

And my left hand was glowing faster and faster, as the man tried to kill me with a surgery knife. Since my hands are bounded, I can’t move, so I just sat back and watched as the surgery knife punctured my chest and into my lungs.

Then, I remembered all the things that the voice said before I woke up.

“The Overseer’s power grew constantly as he fainted for the third time. He started with a black matter growing in his left hand as he felt pain. After he fainted for the third time, the power then grew to a limitless power of time manipulation. Actually, you are The Overseer. And before you create a rift of time and space continuum, you must be banished before your power grew. Are you ready?”

- A.D.

The Other Guy.

As I promised, I will post my first ever English-languaged short story as soon as I finished it. I've already finished the story, and here it is. Enjoy.

One more thing.
Don't take my works, such as short stories, or poem, etc. and claim it as yours. If you want to copy it, it's okay but mention my name as the author, okay? Thanks for your understandings.

The Other Guy

The boy walked down the road, shivering because of winter cold. With only wearing a shirt, a pair of trousers, and a wet hooded jacket, it’s clear that he needed some kind of clothes that can warm his body. Many noticed him, but none helped him, or even intended to do so. They were afraid. He was talking to himself, screaming “Get out of me!” several times. People thought he was some kind of mentally insane kid.

All these years, the boy had suffered from DID, or the Double Identity Disorder. Instead of creating his “other half,” the boy’s “other half” lived inside him. His “other half” is created with his hatred that has been buried deep within the heart of this naturally calm and loving boy named Nick. All his hatred was channeled to the creation of his “other half,” which he called “Jack”.

It’s all started in spring 2003. It’s the first time “Jack” was revealed. His mother was just given birth to a baby girl, and carried her to their house. The next morning, the girl was found dead, and brutally mutilated. Her blood was scattered on the floor, while the words “Hello? – Jack” was written in blood.

Summer 2008, Nick’s mother was found dead, and, like his baby sister five years, mutilated into pieces. Blood was scattered around the house, and “Jack” made much mess in the room. Located on the ceiling, a cryptic message from “Jack” that said “Next. – Jack” was written in blood. Fall 2013, the same happened to Nick’s father. Another message from Jack was written in blood again. This time it said “Goodbye – Jack.” Feared that people would accuse Nick for killing his family, Nick ran away from his house.

Nick never realized that he “is” Jack. Jack never revealed himself to Nick. The only moment that Jack revealed himself to Nick was the day after he ran away from his house. He was walking when suddenly someone said his name, faintly but very clear. Scared, he ran, but he couldn’t escape from the voice. As he ran, the voice became louder, and clearer. At some point, Nick suddenly realized that the voice that called him was his own voice.

“Stop running, Nick. You can’t run away from me, no matter how hard you try, or will try,” said the voice.

“Get out of my head!” screamed Nick.

“And doing that won’t help either,” answered the voice cynically.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” said Nick, already given up to the voice.

“You really don’t know who I am? Let’s retrace the events, shall we? 10 years ago, some guy killed your baby sister, and for ten years later, here you are, parentless, trying to escape from what you’ve done,” answered the voice.

“Stop it! I’m not the one who killed my family! Jack did!” shouted Nick.

“Hey, are you okay?” asked some guy, who’s been observing Nick for the past minutes.

Without answering the stranger, Nick went to a place where none can see him.

“Of course you didn’t. Jack did. But if we had the tape of the events, none will believe you,” answered the voice.

“What do you mean?” asked Nick.

“You still don’t get it, do you? I am Jack! I am you, at least the part of it,” said the voice impatiently, and with a very loud voice, knocking Nick unconscious.

The nights went by. Nick woke up in a different place, not realizing that he’d been unconscious for weeks. He never recognized the place around him. While walking around the place, he found someone familiar.

“Good, you’re finally awake,” said someone.

“Wait, I know you. You’re that guy from the street,” said Nick, recognizing him.

“The name’s Paul. You?” introduced the guy.

“Nick. Hey, can I get something to eat? I’m starving,” asked Nick.

“Sure. There’s a leftover of soup from last night,” answered Paul.

Nick went to the fridge, and grabbed a bowl of soup.

“You seemed like a mentally disturbed teen when I saw you at the street,” ask Paul. “May I know what happened?”

“I won’t tell you. Besides, you won’t believe me if I tell you,” refused Nick.

“Just tell me first. I’m a physiatrist. I deal with all sorts of nonsense,” said Paul.

Many time past with silence. Nick wouldn’t tell his story, and Paul wouldn’t push him either. Deep down, he knew that this boy had much trouble, and he won’t add more problems. Finally, Paul grew impatience, and pushed the boy to talk.

Bad mistake.

“What do you want from me, doc? You’ve just pushed me to the limit. If I said I won’t talk, it means I won’t talk,” said Nick, with different voice. “Jack” has taken control of Nick’s body once again.

He walked to the kitchen. Right from the kitchen, a knife flew right to the doctor’s head, and instantly killed him. Not satisfied, “Jack” mutilated him brutally.

“Jack” has given back control to Nick. Nick didn’t know what happened when “Jack” took control of his body. He was surprised to see Paul’s body and limbs all over the place, with a knife on his hand. Scared, Nick looted all of his food and supplies, and escaped from the house.

“I did what you supposed to do a very long time ago. You only sit back and watch as everyone tells you what to do. You won’t be powerful if you let that happen! All of your schoolmates mock you, making you weak!” screamed Jack from inside Nick.

“Get out of me! Get out of me right now!” yelled Nick.

“I’ve already told you that won’t happen! So shut up or people will see you as a sick person and I have to… Wait, I enjoy that stuff!” said Jack.

“Get out of me! I don’t want to be a killer!” screamed Nick.

“Maybe you don’t, but I do. And I’ve had enough energy to do this. I’ve told you not to yell ‘get out of me’, or this will happen.” said Jack.

After Jack said that, Nick was no more. Nick consciousness is lost in the darkness of Jack’s shadow. After a minute of blackout, I finally awake.

My name is not Nick anymore.

I am Jack.

- A.D.

Comment, like (or dislike). Any criticism will be appreciated.

LTNS... Sorry for the lack of updates...

It's been a very-very-very long time since my last post here.


Firstofall, sorry for the lack of updates... It's been a busy days lately, and my final examination is on the horizon. (MASTAHHHH LANGUAGE)




I still spare my time to play video games, illegally, and I learned how to play guitar. Who knows that the basics were quite simple (Bragging mode activated...). Also, I am working on my new short story in English. I wrote some short story, but never in English, as (I suppose) my second language. Anyway, as soon I complete the short story, I will post it here, if I have time.









Anyway, here's my older short story. Indonesian-languaged, but it's set in the US, in the Zombie Apocalypse. I wrote this story for my school task and if chosen, it will be posted in school magazine. It's been published before Christmas, and my short story didn't make it to the magazine. So, I thought y'all enjoy this story.





Comment, Like (or Dislike). Any critics will help.
Oh, one more thing. Because I'm too lazy to translate my story into English, there won't be any English version of this story

Hadiah Natal Untuk Alan

Hari ini adalah tanggal 18 Desember 2015, berarti minggu depan adalah hari Natal. Natal kali ini mungkin akan menjadi Natal paling berkesan dalam hidupku. Tetapi, dalam arti negatif. Aku harus melewati Natal kali ini tanpa keluargaku, yang tidak pernah aku temui lagi selama hampir satu tahun ini. Terakhir aku melihat keluargaku adalah pada tanggal 10 Januari 2015, tepatnya pada jam setengah 12 malam.

Tanggal 10 Januari adalah tanggal yang akan selalu ada di memoriku. Pada saat itu, aku berlari bersama dengan orangtuaku. Ayahku, yang merupakan seorang marinir, menembaki pada sesuatu yang sering aku lihat pada permainan video, sebuah makhluk yang tidak berperasaan, tidak bernyawa, yang dikendalikan oleh nafsu akan daging manusia. Mereka menyebutnya sebagai zombie. Saat itulah, penyelamat dalam bentuk sebuah mobil RV, yang merupakan sebuah van besar yang memiliki perlengkapan dasar rumah seperti tempat tidur, kulkas, kamar mandi, dan lainnya.

Aku yang pertama kali masuk ke dalam RV tersebut. Ayahku adalah yang kedua masuk. Ibuku berusaha untuk masuk, tetapi kakinya telah digenggam oleh zombie-zombie yang mengejar kami. Ayahku berusaha untuk melepaskan genggaman zombie, tetapi ayahku ditarik oleh zombie juga.

“Tutup pintunya! Jalankan RV ini sekarang!” kata ayahku kepada supir dari RV tersebut, yang merupakan rekan kerja ayahku, Mark. Kata-kata itu adalah kata terakhir dari ayahku. Terpaksa, Mark akhirnya memutuskan untuk menutup pintu RV itu dan meninggalkan zombie-zombie yang sedang menyantap orangtuaku. Sejak saat itu, aku menjadi pengembara bersama dengan Mark, dan anaknya, yang merupakan teman sekelasku, Danielle. Kami berusaha untuk mencari sebuah tempat perlindungan.

Selama perjalanan ini, aku telah belajar banyak hal. Yang paling penting adalah cara melindungi diriku dari serangan zombie. Itu berarti aku belajar bagaimana caranya menggunakan senjata api, dan menggunakan berbagai senjata tajam. Tentu bukan hal yang biasa untuk seorang anak berumur 14 tahun. Tetapi, dunia sudah berubah. Kita hanya perlu untuk menyesuaikan diri kita.

“Hei, Alan. Melamun saja, kau. Bagaimana jika kau mengambil barang yang kita butuhkan dari toko itu denganku!” seru Danielle, sambil bersiap-siap untuk keluar dari RV ini.

“Ah, sebentar lagi. Aku bersiap-siap terlebih dulu,” jawabku sambil mengambil pedangku dan senjataku.

“Sebaiknya kau bergegas, Alan. Sebentar lagi ayahku akan selesai mengisi bensin, dan aku tidak mau membuat dia menunggu,” katanya.

Tiba-tiba, Aku melihat segerombolan zombie dari jauh, yang sepertinya mengejar kita. Aku berteriak kepada Mark untuk segera meyelesaikan pengisian bensin dan pergi dari pom bensin ini. Mark langsung masuk ke dalam RV, menyalakan mesinnya, tetapi tidak langsung menjalankan RV ini.

“Apa yang kita tunggu, yah! Cepat keluar dari tempat ini!” seru Danielle

“Aku hanya menunggu waktu yang tepat, anakku. Alan, saat aku bilang tembak, tembak salah satu pompa bensin!” sahut Mark kepadaku.

Aku menunggu. Ketika RV sudah dijalankan, Mark memberiku aba-aba untuk  menembak. Setelah aku menembak, ada ledakan besar yang membunuh zombie yang mengejar kami. Sekarang, kami bisa beristirahat untuk sejenak, dan melanjutkan perjalanan kami.

“Hei, seminggu lagi Natal. Aku ingin tahu apa yang kalian sangat inginkan untuk tahun ini,” kata Mark yang menanyai aku dan Danielle.

“Aku tidak ingin apa-apa, yah. Masih bisa selamat dari segerombolan zombie adalah hadiah yang sangat spesial, yang telah aku dapatkan dari Tuhan. Aku tidak meminta lebih dari itu,” jawab Danielle. Begitulah Danielle, masih bisa menemukan apa yang bisa disyukuri dari masa-masa sulit.

“Aku tidak menyangka jawabanmu, Dani. Ayah sangat bangga padamu. Kau masih bisa bersyukur atas hal-hal yang orang bisa lupakan. Bagaimana denganmu, Alan. Apa yang sangat kau Inginkan?” tanya Mark beralih kepadaku.

Setiap Natal yang aku ingat, aku selalu diberikan buku, bisa buku bacaan ringan maupun buku pengetahuan yang berat. Aku tidak pernah meminta lebih dari itu. Tetapi tahun ini, aku meminta yang lain, lebih dari buku.

“Aku ingin keluargaku kembali,” kataku sambil berlinang air mata. “Aku ingin semua ini selesai! Tidak ada lagi kiamat zombie! Aku ingin kembali ke keadaanku sebelumnya!”

Mark menghentikan RV-nya, lalu memelukku. Sepertinya dia ingin menenangkan aku dari segala kesedihan dan kemarahanku. Danielle juga tiba-tiba ikut memelukku.

“Aku tahu itu hal yang bodoh yang pernah aku minta. Tetapi aku sekarang hanyalah sebatang kara. Aku tidak mempunyai siapa-siapa,” kataku sambil bercucuran air mata.

“Itu bukan hal bodoh, Alan. Kau sudah melewati banyak hal dalam umurmu yang masih muda. Memang, orangtuamu mati demi menyelamatkanmu. Tetapi kau bukanlah sebatang kara. Kau mempunyai kami, aku dan Dani. Kau sudah menjadi bagian dari keluarga,” kata Mark yang masih mencoba menenangkan aku.

Kemarahan dan kesedihanku sudah sedikit mereda. Walaupun Mark menganggap aku sebagai bagian dari keluarga mereka, aku belum bisa menerima kenyataan bahwa orangtuaku mati demi menyelamatkanmu. Memangnya aku ini apa? Penyelamat? Apa yang mereka lihat dariku?

Beberapa hari telah berlalu. Sejak awal perjalanan kami sekitar 11 bulan yang lalu, kami sudah menyusuri seluruh Amerika dan pelosoknya, tetapi kami belum saja menemukan tempat perlindungan yang aman bagi kami. Tidak ada tempat perlindungan di Amerika. Jikalau ada, tempat itu sudah ditinggalkan oleh orang karena perlindungan yang buruk. Kami menemukan petunjuk bahwa ada tempat perlindungan di Alaska. Itulah tujuan kami berikutnya.

“Kita beruntung. Alaska adalah tempat yang sangat indah. Pemandangannya sangat bagus,” kata Mark sambil memasuki RV setelah mengambil senjata dan amunisi dari toko persenjataan.

“Ayah, dimana itu Alaska?” tanya Danielle.

“Saat itu kau masih sangat kecil. Mungkin kau tidak akan mengingatnya. Alaska itu ada di barat laut Kanada. Maka dari itu di sana terdapat banyak salju,” jelas Mark.

Keesokan harinya, kami telah memasuki Kanada. Tidak banyak zombie di situ. Sebenarnya, sejak musim dingin, lebih sedikit zombie yang berkeliaran di jalan. Mungkin inilah kuncinya. Mungkin zombie tidak tahan dengan suhu udara yang rendah.

“Hei, apakah kalian menyadari bahwa selama musim dingin, kita melihat lebih sedikit zombie dibanding pada saat musim panas?” kataku dengan heran.

“Oh iya. Biasanya kita melihat setidaknya 10 zombie setiap harinya. Pada musim dingin, kita hanya melihat zombie saat kita diserang di pom bensin dulu,” kata Mark

“Mungkin saja zombie tidak tahan dengan udara dingin. Atau mereka seperti berhibernasi. Atau mereka hanya malas keluar untuk mencari makan,” kata Danielle.

Tiba-tiba saja, RV mengalami kerusakan. Saat Mark memeriksa mesinnya, aku dan Danielle keluar untuk mencari rusa sebagai makan malam. Tetapi tiba-tiba, Danielle melihat zombie yang bersiap-siap untuk menerkam kami. Aku membunuh zombie tersebut dengan pedangku, dan darah zombie melekat di pedangku. Darah tersebut menarik perhatian dari sekumpulan serigala yang bersiap untuk menerkam aku dan Danielle.

Aku dan Danielle berlari menuju RV. Ketika sampai di RV, Mark melihat kami dikejar oleh serigala dan menembak serigala tersebut dengan senjatanya. Mark mengatakan bahwa mulai dari situ, kami harus berjalan menuju Alaska.

Tiga hari kemudian, aku memperkirakan kami hanya berjarak sepuluh hari berjalan dari Alaska. Kami menemukan sebuah rumah mewah yang ditinggalkan oleh pemiliknya. Kami bermalam di sana, dan bersiap untuk melanjutkan perjalanan kami ke Alaska.

“Danielle, Alan, aku punya hadiah untuk kalian. Ini hari Natal, bukan?” kata Mark kepadaku dan Danielle, yang sedang bersiap-siap untuk tidur di kamar tidur rumah tersebut.

“Hadiah apa, yah?” tanya Danielle penasaran.

“Aku ingin memberimu ini. Ini adalah kalung kepunyaan ibumu. Dia memberika kalung ini kepadaku di malam sebelum dia meninggal 2 tahun lalu. Sekarang, ini adalah kepunyaanmu. Agar pertanda bahwa ibumu selalu menjagamu,” kata Mark sambil memberikan kalung emas itu dan memakaikannya ke Danielle.

“Terima kasih, yah,” jawab Danielle berterimakasih.

“Alan, di tanganku, aku mempunyai ini. Ayahmu yang memberikan ini kepadaku. Ini adalah obat untuk menyembuhkan zombie. Aku sudah pernah mencobanya beberapa kali selama perjalanan kita. Minggu lalu, kau mengatakan bahwa kau ingin untuk mengakhiri ini semua. Sepertinya, Tuhan memberikan apa yang kau mau,” Kata Mark sambil menunjukkan sebuah botol yang berisi cairan berwarna merah seperti darah.

“Terima kasih, Mark. Aku tidak bisa berkata-kata lagi,” jawabku sambil memeluk Mark.

“Kau tahu, apa yang ayahmu katakan pada 10 Januari 2015, sebelum dia pulang kerja? Dia mengatakan bahwa aku akan menggantikan sebagai ayah bagimu ketika dia sudah meninggal. Aku tidak menyangka bahwa itu terjadi pada malam harinya,” kata Mark.

“Terima kasih atas segalanya, yah,” kataku. Aku sudah mendapatkan hadiah Natal yang aku mau. Hanya saja aku tidak pernah menyadarinya sampai sekarang.

Natal kali ini merupakan Natal yang cukup mengharukan bagiku. Semuanya terasa aman dan hangat di tengah-tengah kekacauan dunia. Hanya saja, momen ini tidak berlangsung lama. Keesokan harinya, kami sudah dikepung oleh banyak zombie dari berbagai arah. Zombie itu menggedor-gedor pintu seperti orang gila. Demi menyelamatkan keluargaku, aku mengorbankan diriku sebagai umpan untuk menyingkirkan zombie dari “ayahku” dan ‘saudaraku’. Aku tergigit sekali, tetapi aku tidak langsung berubah seperti orang-orang lain. Bahkan setelah aku menuju tempat RV “ayahku” rusak, aku tidak berubah.

Sekarang aku tahu mengapa ayahku ingin aku selamat, dan aku tahu darimana ayahku mendapatkan obatnya.

A.D.

List of video games to get.

This is my own list for the upcoming and released video games I want that I don't have
(All Console)

and if you wishes more information, with the Wikipedia, it is.

01. The Last of Us
02. Uncharted (yes. all of them)
03. Wolfenstein : New Order
04. Wolfenstein (2009 remake)
05. Watch_Dogs
06. InFamous (again, all of them)
07. ZombiU
08. Assassin's Creed (obviously all of them that I don't have)
09. The prequel to Metro : Last Light
10. Dying Light
11. Heavy Rain
12. Star Wars 1313 (which is cancelled by ************** Disney)
13. Star Wars: Battlefront (2015 reboot) (I think I can forgive Disney by this game)
14. Star Wars: The Force Unleashed (the PC version)
15. Deus Ex (all of it...)
16. Dead Space (all of it, I told you!)
17. Splinter Cell (ALL OF THEM)




I think that's all...
Of course there would be some more in the future

Working on "Escaping Earth"

I'm back with the English-language post.









Wow. I cannot imagine that I took a long time to complete-ish 1/10 of Escaping Earth. I guess writing novel is not as easy as i thought. Anyway, I'm not giving up already.





See, my novel is approaching 50+ pages, and I want it to be a 500+ pages novel. See, my novel will include a large world, with many factions, and twisting and complicated story. And with some 'unusual' ending. (in my opinion).








By the way, I'm not giving you guys anymore spoilers, because I gave you much spoilers in the last English-Language post.













Oh yeah. I need an opinion of a name (full name is very much appreciated)(can be a British name, American name, Chinese name, Russian name, and basically everywhere) of a female and a male name. Comment on this post if you've got idea.






Much Obliged