hey.

As the passion of love ignites like fresh sprung fire,
the feeble kicking of life starts like mice within a barrel of cheese.

but from that, comes out a bundle of joy and tears that will cause either,
untold joy or despair depending on the matter.
Yet it will still grow, weak fingers grasping a milk bottle,
to strong hands holding a beer bottle frothing at the ends.

those strong hands will either hold a loved one in their arms,
or be grabbing a blade in desperation. But pro-create or destroy,
the riptide will reach out and affect old and new lives.
Both ends of the spectrum, so easily achieved with the use of alcohol and rise of emotions.

Unlucky are the ones who grow old on a rocking chair,
grandchildren aflow and a crisp nice fire going in the fireplace.
Lucky are they who die young and pass into legend.
For they will be remembered always.

A continuation : What Mel Brooks never did and never finished.

* This is a continuation of the book WWZ by Mel Brooks based on the fictional issues if the undead actually did overrun mankind. However, as usual the white man discluded the world of South - East Asia. Hence, the squinty eyed man has to finish the job. Typical. *

New Kuala Lumpur, (located in pre - war Pulau carey) , Klang, Malaysia.

[ The new capital of the country is showing signs of thriving once more, despite the heavily fortified sections of the city to the north and west. Rizal, a member belonging to the forward militia section of Klang is having some home brew with me at a kopitiam near the borders of the city. He ironically smiles as he gestures at the north - west walls and fortifications. ]

Rizal : Never let it be said that all my people abandoned the rest of the country to the undead. Granted some did, but not all. There is always the black sheep among the white, isn't that what you all would say? there is always some.

How long has it been since you and the rest of the troops lost contact with the northern states?

Well.. it has been almost like, 5 to 6 years since we stopped communicating with them. What's the point anyway? i still remember the day in which my unit and several others decided to stay behind and to help sort out the mess in which this country has become. do you know what the bastards did? they took all our firearms and left us there with naught a transport to ferry us to the risk zones. Apparently they were afraid we will secede after the war and challenge the government. How could we in the bloody hell do that? What's a few rifles and ammunition going to do to a government? the motherfuckers.

[ Spits at the side of a road and pulls out a bag of tobacco from which he starts rolling a cigarette.]

At least they left us riot gear belonging to the FRU* and 3 days worth of supplies. It still took us 2 days to get into Subang though, and what a sight it was. Can you imagine a mess of walking rotting bodies as far as the eye can see? at least they weren't concentrated in a whole mass though. that would have been a real nightmare.

*FRU -Federal Reserve Units. The original units meant for prewar anti - riot purposes within Malaysia. They were wiped out during the first week of the outbreak.

[ Finishes rolling his cigarette and lights himself up before offering to roll me one. I gestured no.]

Sure? Alright. Well, where was I? Ah, Subang. the first hell hole i went in and certainly not the last. i still remember how the lieutenant made us form a line and push through the roads in ranks of five with ten abreast. It must have looked like an ancient tribe going to war. Mind you, it did feel good though, beating through the undead in that formation and continuously gathering up civilians and supplies that were still holed up in the region as we pushed our way to Klang. At least there was some semblance of fortifications at Pulau Carey already. We were already almost down to the breaking point before we saw the forts beyond the river. Yet we still went out after a few days of R & R in Pulau Carey. The co's just drummed up two to three hundred males of fighting age into the troops before pushing out again. Half of the men were already lost by the time we made it to Pulau Carey hence the need of new recruits. We swept and swept through the entire pre war KL area. Petaling Jaya, Puchong, Kajang, You name it and we would have been there.

Was there anywhere else that was a refuge apart from Pulau Carey during those early years?

Apart from Pulau Carey? well... there was the Batu Caves Section. The Hindus's were already doing a pretty fine job of manning the place by the time we managed to make contact them. I believe they are actually one of the more prosperous settlements right now in this country. Of course, there was the southern states. Although they refuse us entry, can you blame them? Left alone, besieged by the hordes for almost half of the first year. i wouldn't even want to be in their shoes.

[ finishes off the last dregs of his homebrew and stand up whilst picking his baton and riot shield at his side. Both of the baton and the shield looks very well used.]

Now, if you would excuse me, i have to lead the unit out again. There were reports of a recent migration of the undead from the north, yet again. i wonder what the hell are they doing up there. Bloody incompetent bastards.

Would you rejoin the government if they came back to reclaim Malaysia?

[ looks at the trundling traffic for a while before slipping on his gloves and helmet. his tone was cold when he spoke.]

No. I will never let them come back to rule us again. The people of Pulau Carey will not let them use us as bait again. Never again. So - called prinsips Ketuanan Melayu.* Power to the survivors of this war instead. power to the children who will never see their parents again or lovers who will never love again. Power to us.

we will secede.


*principle of the Lordship of the Malay race over others. A pre war ethnic slur used by the government to gain political power.

a scribble. short scribble.

JOHOR BAHRU. MALAYSIA.

[ He takes a long drag off his cigarette and looks blearily at the signboard tagged with pictures and pre-war maps.]

Wayne : It’s a lack of effort from the country to control the outbreak at the very start that caused this to happen. Look at things over the causeway. The issues over there are long dead and it’s thriving again. Not this shit piece of land that is called a country though.

But the government did despatch troops to the southern states to restore order.

Did they? All we could see was the trucks coming in to pick up their own people and simply shooting and picking the rest who was just trying to get away too. We were left on our bloody own, the towns and the city was left to the rot while they took their own people to the northern states . And we ain’t like the west, we don’t have the guns. We don’t have the mindset of people who would rise to defend their own homes at the first sign of trouble. Just a pack of refugees struggling to get themselves into the north or down south across the sea. All gunned down at the border though, none of them stood a chance.

[ Angrily takes another drag and unpins some photos from the signboard. The pictures show masses and masses of bodies piled on roads. One clearly shows a women holding a child to her bosom. Both showed signs of gunshot wounds.]

Just look at them. Our own government and they did this to us. This is not a bloody commie state, no this is a fucking democratic country. Bloody fucking cunts. All the way up the country, struggling through the roads and the jungle just to be gunned down at the gates of the so – called safety zones. Little wonder the country doesn’t want them back.

But Singapore did put down the refugees at the bridges too.

I know. They even blew up the bridges on the fifth day after the outbreak too. Self centered bastards. All for their own necks and none more for the rest. You can see how bad things got here. Barely this first week and we were cut off from help and support all around. Just the milling hordes streaming down from the north and the cold sea on our back. All of us lost relatives, loved ones to the plague. My family was in the first makeshift forts along the Skudai section of the North – South highway. They never stood a chance when the hordes first appear. We thought it would be secure.

[ He slowly leaned back against the chair and kept quiet for a while. His fingers shivered for a while before brushing away a tear against his cheek.]

I still remember the screams of the women and children at the forts when we got there. They never stood a chance. The image is still there, the sea of bodies and the burning forts. How could we have been so careless? How could we. What are we to build back on if the future is dead?

Just ashes. All ashes now.