[ day 2o // afternoon ]

[escapedpandora]

[The radio clicks on to the soft sounds of shallow breathing, as if the owner is trying to quell all noises. The voice is a kid's, and he's sounding a bit panicky, tone just above a whisper.]

Is anyone there? I found this-- this was just on-- I really hope someone can hear me.

[Quiet for a moment, the rustling noises sound like he's pressed

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[hurricanebomber]

There are others here.

[escapedpandora]

[He sounds relieved to hear someone.]

Others?

[hurricanebomber]

People who aren't zombies.

[escapedpandora]

Zombies?

[There's a pause as he looks out from where he's been hiding.]

I thought-- like stories?

[rollthecredits]

Yeah, the shambling infected aren't really known for their conversational skills. Lucky for you there're other survivors, huh?

[escapedpandora]

Someone else? How many people are there?

They don't seem the type to talk about the weather.

[rollthecredits]

I don't really have an exact number. Not as many as the monsters, though.

Yeah, heh. I don't really think they even notice their surroundings.

[escapedpandora]

...They seem to notice if there's someone around them.

[lacqualia]

[It seems Vanille has spent a lot of time sitting by her radio. With Light still on the hunt, she doesn't want to go anywhere. She's found a safe spot, no monsters, no militia. She's a bit on the hungry side, but the vending machine has aided her through these tough times.]

[Anyway, she's in disbelief when Hopes voice comes crackling through. In a way where she failed to operate the little foreign device properly for a whole ten minutes before replying.]

Hope?!

[escapedpandora]

...Wait... Vanille?

[lacqualia]

[Phew! That'd be awkward if it wasn't him.]

Aha! You made it ok!

[escapedpandora]

Made it...?

Vanille, are you here in Malta, too?