PROLOGUE
September 22, 2003 – 5:00 a.m., Indonesia
Wahyudi already knew today would be long and stressful. His supervisor had called late...
This story contains themes of: assault, domestic violence, extreme violence gore, offscreen rape, sexual assault abuse
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The world didn't end all at once. It crumbled slowly through screams, silence, and the weight of too many goodbyes. I lost my children, most of my family, and I lost who I used to be. Now, I move through the ruins of what was, carving a path through the dead and the dangerous, trying to protect what little is left. Every choice I make, every life I take-it leaves a mark. But I keep going, because I have to. Because someone has to. I don't know if redemption exists anymore, or if safety is anything more than a memory. But I know this: we carry each other through the dark, one broken piece at a time. And somehow, even now... we survive.
September 22, 2003 – 5:00 a.m., Indonesia
Wahyudi already knew today would be long and stressful. His supervisor had called late...