A thin bedraggled woman fumbles with the radio in her hand and looks at it carefully, pressing the button on it slowly.
The small woman almost drops the thing after her first word, cringing at the static that bursts from the radio as she turns the volume up.
She fiddles with the device for a minute or two before sighing and pressing the button.
An audible sigh is heard over the feed before she starts talking. "My name is... *sigh* well, if anyone can hear me, you can call me Pup. And I've been silent for a very long time."She lets the button go for a moment, before standing up and starting to walk again.
"I am... Well, turning twenty-three tomorrow. And I'm hoping that... for my birthday, I would like to see my sister again." There is silence again over the comms before a few sniffles and a deep sigh is heard. "Tali... If you're out there... If you can hear me... I-"
The silence after that is almost deafening. The small woman can hear the moans of the infected, too near to her little hiding place.
"Well... If you're out there, I'm sorry. If.... God forbid... If you're not... Well, I'll be with you soon, Natalia."
There is a moment of silence and the small woman braces herself on the sturdy stick she is using as a crutch. Her eyes flick towards the art supplies in the corner of her small hideout, and her right hand touches the slightly burnt picture in her pocket.
"Sorry Tali. I tried."