Justin Crowe (the_usher) wrote in compass_comm, @ 2013-01-30 17:51:00 |
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CB Radio
His jubilation at being alive had almost been pounded into dust. The trek from the beach to the city had taken everything out of him and more. Then came the realisation that where he was now was both everywhere and nowhere. That his world was gone, its fate unknown. He’d rested fitfully for most of the following day, somewhere in that great and intimidating city. During that time something had filtered through his exhaustion, a feeling he hadn’t realised was missing, but it didn’t twig until he awoke abruptly from a dream. A nightmare - that cornfield was his nightmare now. Brother Justin Crowe allowed himself a moment before getting up and moving to where he’d left the device. He knew it could be used as a radio to contact the other people here and his finger hovered over the button as he took a few deep breaths and cleared his throat. He pushed the button.