RADIATION (the sequel to "infection")

(3) the survivors of a-133

tw: language, yelling 

(y/n's pov)

 the static on the radio played on spitting out random words with no rhyme or reason. i sat on a spinning office chair next to charlie watching the spark in his eyes as his hands fiddled with the channels. he had somewhat walked me through how it worked, granted i didn't understand in the slightest how he could broadcast signals to others but he could. the rain pouring outside occasionally spoke over the radio with it's claps of thunder and lighting. the purple grow lights that lit up the basement flickered randomly sending small shivers down my spine. i couldn't remember the last storm like this, i loved it. the atmosphere the rain created was unbeatable. storms always brought peace to me, something about it comforted me. it had been pouring for a bit before we started messing with the radio, and in that time we had no luck. nick would occasionally pop in checking on our progress leaving with the same look every time. i'm not sure who exactly were trying to contact if anyone in specific. time seemed to go slowly as the dreaded static continued to plague our ears.

 "for fuck's sake!" charlie said frustrated slamming his fists on the desk, my head lifted looking at him in slight shock. i had never seen him upset, "hey its okay we can keep trying we'll find them" i said softly trying to console him. "you don't even know who were looking for y/n! i don't even know if this goddamn thing is reaching far enough!" he raising his voice in frustration. "c-can i hel-" i stared before being cut off. "no." he finished tossing off his safety goggles and leaving the room. i sat there quietly before standing up slowly making sure my footsteps were soft and undetectable. i'm not sure why i had to be quiet when moving around the house, even if no one was home i would feel the need to not be to loud. i picked up the goggles noticing the cracked lense, placing the slowly on the desk. i walked towards the door shutting it, twisting the knob slow to make sure it wouldn't squeak.

 making my way back to the desk, i switched the radio back on. i began fiddling with the radio moving the knob to change the channels. i listened for any full sentences that might be another person. "this is a last broadcast to anyone in the states on the north east coast, i repeat this is a final broadcast to anyone in the states on the north east coast." my eyes lit up for a moment i didn't know where in the united states we were but i knew what state. quickly i snatched the microphone made to communicate with our radio. i pushed down the 'speak' button and spoke as clearly as i could with crossed fingers. "hello? my name's y/n im currently located in georgia with two other people." i said clearly. "hello y/n" the voice spoke, he had a familiar accent not american, it sounded very proper. "my name is general stevens, i'm from the united kingdom   were currently looking for any survivors of the a-133, you said you were in georgia is that correct?" a smile crossed my lips. "yes sir," i replied. "okay and y/n you had 2 others with you?" he questioned again. "thats right". "are any of your in detrimental health?", "no" i said looking to my prosthetic. "good, now i am part of the rescue team here in the uk doing a final sweep for survivors. in three days we are sending a helicopter to atlanta to come collect survivors. if you and your friends can get there you will be saved." he spoke over the crackly radio.

 "we'll be there" i spoke as the door to the room reopened. "great to hear, stay safe." the british man spoke before the signal died. "you got it to work?" charile said shocked. "yeah" i said meeting charlies eyes, watching nicks head peak into the doorway. "i think we have a way out of here."