Ready Set Go

4. Static

The sound of snow interrupted her thoughts. For a second her world was at a standstill listening and registering that the television had turned on.

Not on, it was always plugged in and on a channel ready for something to appear. For whatever reason power and television operations never ceased. She didn't own a radio so she wasn't one hundred percent on radio -- but it probably was active, too.

She weakly pulled herself from the closest making the least amount of sound. She rushed to the television to turn down the volume. She was excited to see that the TV was running but didn't want anyone who happened by to get curious.

Not that it wouldn't be odd that people who abandoned the house left without turning off the thing. But she wasn't risking it.

Words slowly scrolling across the screen.

My name is Bruce Wagner.

I am the last person at this station.

When they took away free press many of us fought against it.

We knew we had to fight against the "Nothing Era".

Many stayed even with threats, with imprisonment and with death.

It's time that I leave as there is nothing more that I can do.

The world is no longer. I am no longer. I am isolated.

I wish to find my family if they are still out there. If they're alive.

Pray for everyone. I am sorry.

Best of Luck. 22.

The station went back to the empty black. She turned the television off completely this time. It was the last running local station. There wasn't any reason to have the thing on anymore.

Fear flooded over her as she began to cry. Not really about the guy leaving but just, release from everything that was happening. She sat, allowing the loudness of the uncertainty cling to her as she waited for Awan to return home.

If she comes home.