The little girl moved wildly, thrashing with more force. Everything she did was to free herself. Hitting, scratching, even biting the man. Her injured fingernail was bleeding profusely, but she didn't care.
"You little brat!" The man became furious and raised his hand again.
Slap!
The men who eat cassava tuber are not bothered in the slightest. Not to the screams of the little girl begging to be released, not to the short groans of his partner. Not at all. It was as if the deflower that was going on behind him wasn't something he should care about.
A few minutes later. The man stood while fixing his baggy pants. He smirked in satisfaction and spat at the little girl who was lying helplessly. Only the subtle movement of the vibrations in the little girl's chest indicated that she was still alive, her short, intermittent breaths.
"Hey, where's my share?" said the man after he was beside his friend. "Fuck you!" he got even worse when he realized that the dried tuber his friend had given him was only an inch long.
"You're still lucky because I left it for you!"
"You greedy bastard!" he ate the little dried tuber that was left.
"Whatever!"
"Come on, let's just leave this place!" asked the man while carrying his shirt on his left shoulder.
His partner snorted, laughed sarcastically at his friend, and stood up. Then follow the steps of his friend, leaving the little girl behind just like that.
The little girl looked at the two of them with sorrowful eyes.
Ten steps later, the two men were startled by a loud hissing sound accompanied by a burst of hot steam from underground, just three steps ahead of them.
They gasped, looking at each other in confusion. The steam is getting louder and looks dangerous. Hot, so hot they felt with shuddering bursts of sound.
The ground in front of them collapsed. The cracks in the dry soil surface moved rapidly in both directions, getting longer and wider.
Without thinking any longer, they turned around and quickly ran away.
However, cracks in the ground surface occur very quickly. The two men fell into the crevice of the crack. They were screaming. In the next instant, an even more ferocious burst of hot steam threw the bodies of the two men into the air, followed by a burst of flames along the crack.
They screamed hysterically and fell one step in front of the little girl who was still lying on the ground. And then died horribly.
The little girl was wide-eyed, shuddering in horror. The two men died with almost their entire bodies charred. Even their faces seemed to be peeling off, melting because of the hot steam. The little girl saw the flames getting bigger, and the cracks in the ground seemed to be chasing in the direction she was.
With the rest of her strength, the little girl limped to her feet. She ran as fast as she could.
The cracks in the ground are getting wider and longer, the flames are blazing as if ignited by a puddle of gasoline accompanied by the hiss of steam that shoots high up to a dozen meters into the air.
***
Five minutes later, the area at coordinates 3.58 degrees North latitude and 98.67 degrees East longitude experienced the same thing as what happened in the Bukit Barisan cluster.
The area was once very beautiful and named Lake Toba. Now, the area has turned into a super large puddle that has almost dried up. The remaining millions of cubic feet of water are nothing more than pools of pollutants. The poisons accumulated from the pile of garbage covered almost the entire surface of the lake and looked like bluish black mud.
Hundreds of people who were still scavenging for life among the poison heap were flabbergasted in fear.
The giant mud puddles bubbled at many points. Hot bubbles, steam gushing violently, some with hot water up to tens of meters into the air.
The people who noticed the strangeness – although there was nothing more strange than their daily life itself – they immediately ran away, running towards the mainland.
One, two… a dozen people were thrown. The pile of garbage they stepped on sank, the next second, superheated steam erupted violently. Melt their bodies. Screams from one mouth are intertwined with screams from other mouths.
The old giant Supervolcano Toba woke up from its long slumber for tens of thousands of years.
The heat of the gushing steam coupled with the mountains of garbage starting to burn presented a real hell in front of everyone.
They were getting further and further away from the mud lake which was now transformed into a sea of fire. Some of them were too late to leave, then died, roasted alive.
Those who witnessed the gruesome sight heard a loud rumbling sound accompanied by vibrations that could make the body stagger.
Up ahead – to be precise on an island in the middle of the lake that was formerly known as Samosir – the barren land was like a giant chunk of volcanic glass that was being cracked, presenting cracking sounds in high decibels.
Several people living in the dry land were screaming, asking for help. No one can help them. Neither themselves.
The land they stood on cracked open, cracked in many places, along with the emergence of bursts of steam and hot water containing sulfur. Plus, the island where they stood was surrounded by a sea of fire.
One by one, they died. Thrown away by steam and hot water. Stuck and roasted alive in the cracks that were greeted by the magma furnace below. Others fell to the ground, exposed to toxic materials carried by the gusts of steam. Some ventured across the bubbling mud but were unable to go any further because the boats and rafts they were using were instantly burned.
The flames were getting crazier above the surface of the lake. The scorching heat from the gusting wind made the situation worse. Occasionally a whirlwind formed in the middle of the lake. The pillar of the wind is covered with fire.
The survivors ran away in anxiety. Far away, and further away from the Lake Toba area which once had very sweet memories.
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TO BE CONTINUED ...