Radio

t's the end of the world.
Almost no one's left.
The few that are... won't be for long.
They're scattered. Isolated. Alone.

Until someone turns on the radio.

Radio isn't a person.
It isn't a place.
It isn't even a thing.

Radio just is.
A voice in the dark.
A thread tying the broken pieces of humanity together.

It hums through the static.
It reminds them they're not alone.
And somehow, in that voice,
they find something they thought was gone:

Hope.

And with that hope... they survive.

I hope someone's still listening.

---~End of transmission~---