Post by Padre Romero on Nov 11, 2008 2:09:55 GMT -5
You sit, alone at your radio set...
the days are getting colder...the city is getting darker, and friends you thought would never leave have evacuated the city, or given themselves over to the hungry dead.
a distress signal crackles in over the wires, directing you to 15,36 in west becktown, not exactly the sort of place you'd want to go, but you feel compelled to answer it.
Strangely, you can tell the person at the other end needs help, though no words accompany the standard series of beeps, simply requesting medical attention.
Even stranger, the signal seems urgent, but strangely heartening...after all, there's someone out there sending it.
You have a feeling things are going to get better.
the days are getting colder...the city is getting darker, and friends you thought would never leave have evacuated the city, or given themselves over to the hungry dead.
a distress signal crackles in over the wires, directing you to 15,36 in west becktown, not exactly the sort of place you'd want to go, but you feel compelled to answer it.
Strangely, you can tell the person at the other end needs help, though no words accompany the standard series of beeps, simply requesting medical attention.
Even stranger, the signal seems urgent, but strangely heartening...after all, there's someone out there sending it.
You have a feeling things are going to get better.