-The transmission whistles to life, a hissing static filling the airwaves. A voice filters through.-
"Rabbits. 'Slave' is terribly harsh, isn't it?
Try not to die."
-The speech ends as abruptly as it began.-
- The boy turns his old mask over in his hands, gazing at the chipped, painted-on grin. He sits upright as his radio buzzes to life -- the line buzzes to life with a shrill hiss before his voice filters through his own radio's static. -
I don't see any of us living to a better tomorrow, Old Man Jenkins. I'd bet both my eyes this is the last of us -- humanity has run its course.
Still, I dig your philosophy. May as well make our last days more comfortable.
Hell, I know I'm only still kicking for the fun of it. Last of the Gremlins, and all that shit.
Try not to die too soon.
- The sharp whine returns, before abruptly ending with a click. Avery tucks his mask back into his bag, before slinking out of the house. -