“IIt’2 the radIIo, a2 IIn 2omethIIng IIn the radIIo II2 brok-..-n. And ye2 we dIId.”
You huff and pace around the roof of the apartment as you wait for a reply, peering over the edge. Damn those zombies were getting close. Picking up your gun again, you make quick working of the remaining dead, the gunshots echoing in the still air.
“I kinda doubt that actually. Sounds better already.
That’s an invitation that ya should gimme up that information, bud.”
>Puffing more smoke out from your lungs you idly fiddle with the receiver. This was irksome. You wanted information and you wanted it now. This evening had put you far too much on edge than what you liked.
“Yeah II 2macked IIt agaIIn2t th-….-all a few tiime2. Why 2hould II?”
You settle yourself down on the edge of the wall as you speak, not at all concerned about falling.
“Really? Hadn’t no-…-d. And iit’2 the radiio, nothiing ii c-…- do. Yeah, that’2 me.”
The radio was fine, you just didn’t want him to be able to figure out how far away you were. You pace around the roof until you find a spot that doesn’t give you as many glitches and settle back down.
“There is this amazin’ thing called ya have legs and ya can move yer radio ta find a better reception area. Outstandin’ logic really.
Well we got one a the two things I asked down.”
>Stealing a smoke from Cronus you slowly puff acrid smoke out, smoking and drinking had become an almost must upon the boat. They were stress relievers and damn good ones for the situation you were currently stuck in. Your gaze moves back to the old and rather worn and beaten radio. You were beginning to regret making any sort of contact, and this was only further pushing you towards the want to move away from this area.
>Too many people at once when you’d gotten so used to yourself and now Cronus.
“IIt’2 the radIIo, a2 IIn 2omethIIng IIn the radIIo II2 brok-..-n. And ye2 we dIId.”
You huff and pace around the roof of the apartment as you wait for a reply, peering over the edge. Damn those zombies were getting close. Picking up your gun again, you make quick working of the remaining dead, the gunshots echoing in the still air.
“Not my f-..-t you 2tarted off wIIth 2om-……………………………………………………………..-am’2 Ca2tor.”
You roll your eyes and idly pick some dirt off the barrel of your gun, jeez what an asshole.
“Yer connection is somethin’ awful. Maybe ya should find some better range before contactin’ me.
Castor, is that correct?”
“Really? Hadn’t no-…-d. And iit’2 the radiio, nothiing ii c-…- do. Yeah, that’2 me.”
The radio was fine, you just didn’t want him to be able to figure out how far away you were. You pace around the roof until you find a spot that doesn’t give you as many glitches and settle back down.
You peer over your shoulder as you wait for a response, watching the remaining zombies start to amble in your direction. They wouldn’t be able to reach you, or at least it would take a while, and by then you would be gone or ready.
“Wow, th-..-k you, II would not -…-ve realIIzed that wIIth-..-t you’re 2tunnIIng ob2ervatIIon th-…..-.”
“I’d cut back on the sass before I cut the line completely, don’t have time for such shit. Gimme yer name and location.”
>Resting back into the chair, running claws through your hair. A sneer coming to present itself on your features. Your first communication with someone other than Cronus and you were already getting frustrated.
“Not my f-..-t you 2tarted off wIIth 2om-……………………………………………………………..-am’2 Ca2tor.”
You roll your eyes and idly pick some dirt off the barrel of your gun, jeez what an asshole.
You tried to remember what day it was, honestly. But you found about half-way through the thought process that you just didn’t care enough. Yawing a bit and pulling your aviators off to boredly clean them for the hundredth time that day, you lean back against the short wall bordering the roof you’re on, your elbow brushing the rifle next to you as you move. Slipping your now thoroughly cleaned shades back into place, you look over your shoulder at the empty town beneath you. From your perch, a five story apartment building, you could see the entire town and most of the area around it. And the small group of zombies shuffling through. You grin and sit up, picking up your prized gun, and settling down to target your sights right on the leading Z’s head. You wipe out have the group in seconds, quick clean shots right above the ear before any of them notice. The shots almost drown out the radio chatter, but you catch it in the last second, freezing and turning to stare at the radio next to you. What? The sound is muffled and staticy, telling you it’s far away, but still close enough for the old thing to catch it. Without thinking, you reach over and grab the mic, pressing the button on the side to talk.
” -llo? Anyone there?”
>Sleep was still being rubbed from your tired eyes as you took seat next to Cronus. Nudging him out of the way as you took up the receiver to the other radio. Two contacts in one day? Must be a miracle, a miracle you didn’t want.
>Holding the button you pause a moment before speaking. Voice almost a sleepy drawl still.
“Well I think my voice on the air waves will answer that question for ya.”
You peer over your shoulder as you wait for a response, watching the remaining zombies start to amble in your direction. They wouldn’t be able to reach you, or at least it would take a while, and by then you would be gone or ready.
“Wow, th-..-k you, II would not -…-ve realIIzed that wIIth-..-t you’re 2tunnIIng ob2ervatIIon th-…..-.”
You tried to remember what day it was, honestly. But you found about half-way through the thought process that you just didn’t care enough. Yawing a bit and pulling your aviators off to boredly clean them for the hundredth time that day, you lean back against the short wall bordering the roof you’re on, your elbow brushing the rifle next to you as you move. Slipping your now thoroughly cleaned shades back into place, you look over your shoulder at the empty town beneath you. From your perch, a five story apartment building, you could see the entire town and most of the area around it. And the small group of zombies shuffling through. You grin and sit up, picking up your prized gun, and settling down to target your sights right on the leading Z’s head. You wipe out have the group in seconds, quick clean shots right above the ear before any of them notice. The shots almost drown out the radio chatter, but you catch it in the last second, freezing and turning to stare at the radio next to you. What? The sound is muffled and staticy, telling you it’s far away, but still close enough for the old thing to catch it. Without thinking, you reach over and grab the mic, pressing the button on the side to talk.
” -llo? Anyone there?”