*She opens her PTT and lets the static filter through the air before she begins to speak. In a calm and monotone voice, she replies back to the trembling man*
This is no longer our world anymore.
*She pauses briefly, again letting the static hiss through the radio waves*
It belongs to do the dead now. The borders that we created through our political greed and animosity toward each other are being washed away by the blood of the weak. Those still trying to enforce xenophobic ideals will not be long for this world, I guarantee it.
*Holding her PTT, she grips her radio tight