The static on the radio stopped sounding like white noise twenty minutes ago.
Now something is whispering the names of people who disappeared years ago. The signal is coming from beneath the city. Every time we get closer, the water rises… and the footsteps behind us get louder.
If you hear your name on the radio tonight, **DON’T ANSWER.** 📻
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Engine's dead, the whole block is rotting, but I still know how to burn rubber through the graveyard.