T O H's

The Smell of Death

The gloomy sky above the overcast sky no longer looks just dark and dark whether this is the apocalypse. The small eyes of a small man stacked several human carcasses trying to guess what happened but all he saw was a severed head, severed hands or severed legs. He wanted to scream but there were no humans around.

The hand began to grab onto something beside him either bones or worn wood covered in blood somehow. While his legs began to tremble trying to stand with all the power left but continued to fall slipping puddles that were no longer black but thick red.

Finally, his tiny toes are able to stand with thousands of efforts. Finally his eyes dimmed, his little lambs started to look around. Well, my city is like the ruins of a dead city and the dead are scattered like pindang fish pepes covered with flies and caterpillars.

His body was small, his hands were small, his feet were still small walking limped between the bangs and explosions out of nowhere and what exploded he did not understand. I started not knowing and asked where my house was, where my father was, where my mother was, where my town was.

Sometimes a creepy figure approached him and on the other hand a white figure of light confronted him and on the other there was a human figure similar to the light snatched the terrible creature to tear, decapitate, and, killing so he asked in his heart and could not tell who was good here.

Aaaaah.....,

The little guy screamed blindly twisting what he could turn in his hand for nothing. Hit what he could hit out of nowhere. Keep walking he arrived at an alley that he believed was an alley about a house that he considered a word to go home.

Slowly down the asphalt road into the alley. The first thing he saw was a dog his face was so hideously slimy from his disgusting mouth. From his eyes so wide as if he wanted to jump out while looking at him. The little guy seemed horrified to reverse the steps of a few jengkal hiding in a garbage box but no different because in every city is a horror to the trash filled with maggots and flies swarming dozens of bodies and body and bone pieces.

The little guy jumped out trying to see where the crazy dog was enjoying a dessert dinner on a human head. It turns out that there is no and the dish has lived skull skeleton with some parts left just a little.

While the endless drizzle of grimacing from above the sky continued to weep flushing this dead city for so long. Even the night felt so long there was no longer any sound even just the whirring of the wind there was no complete silence without illumination and complete darkness.

Up to a front door of the house that is not shaped like a house destroyed like a powerful earthquake suddenly burst into flames. This is my home said the little one to be happy or disappointed or hurt or sad he no longer knows a feeling.

His strength recovered a little he ran to and fro unpacking what he could open which he could open but there was nothing he could get. Then he screamed indistinctly like a madman on the street.

Mr....!!

It's...!!

But there was no answer in every look in his eyes, in every scream he knew now, that he looked at now, that he smelled now is just death all about death. But there was one thing that troubled the mind made him interested in approaching it. A long pole where he once remembered had flown the flag of the saka there with his beloved father.

Rushing the little one crawled up, stood up then ran hoping there was hope and there was a figure of Dad there. But again what he got there was a father figure there even Mamak and his older sister who used to be beautiful with a supine position and the bottom area pouring blood with no clothes on it not even his eyes.

While at the flagpole tied the figure of Father and Mamak there with the head already rolled beside it was already a skull only. The little guy knows it's his Mama's shirt, the little guy knows it's his father's holster the little guy knows that's his brother's half-dressed.

But his tears were gone, but his voice was gone and it was hard to be heard, only to stare at the gawk without any desire for turmoil and then a skull only half crawled to him as if asking for help. It was as if the bone hand with the bone finger wanted to reach the little one for help but a moment was struck by a flash by a young man in black-and-black robes bearing three-letter white capital letters with each letter spaced apart T O H then disappeared again without looking or looking at her in the slightest.

His eyes were slightly twinkling now, his chest a bit claustrophobic from the tens of corpses across the street. The little one is Hendrik, a name of a commoner's son in a town called Jombang who is experiencing a tragedy of the final battle between demons and angels and right-wing or white people right one.

But Henry no longer knew what was right what was wrong he knew all he saw in his eyes was the death of his entire city the death of his family the destruction of his city. Obviously in his eyes there was no water there was only clear blood in his eyes only scattered corpses and ruins of the city. Trained yes when hearing there was a conversation between shouting and supplication but the figure was cut off.

“Wasn't that the one who was wearing a black jacket with the T O H on the back and then destroyed the skull who asked me for help. Why is it now that he was beheaded then who cut off his head?,” grumbled Hendrik was not so hard because of the fear that hunted in his chest that made his voice somewhat drowned.

He tried to brave himself a bit closer behind the yard of a house whose roof had collapsed and half the wall collapsed. How very carefully he stepped so as not to be caught the beheader very carefully yes keep watching who and what creatures kill.

This time it was so shocked how not a big tall creature with feathery whole thick body sharp and hoofed and wide eyes were enjoying his victory by tearing the throat until the neck of the opponent was cut off last he just threw it away and jumped flying towards the forest Wonosalam east of the city.

Who was wrong, who was right, who was killed and killed, Hendrik increasingly confused almost crazy his brain is still small unable to accept the situation and digest the surrounding conditions.

Then a voice called out to him out loud, so his name was clearly mentioned, “Hendrik Wijaya Kusuma come with me to the dark realm I will forge you like Gatut glass and one day you will avenge our defeat of the demons,” clearly sounds the figure behind yes stunned.

A figure without a three-foot horned face like a donkey's foot like a camel and ears like a snake-like elephant tail carrying a trident stick carried him flying far into the middle of nowhere and Hendrik knew nothing more.