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Radio, Live Transmission

Even now, the radio keeps broadcasting. Emergency frequencies, hijacked commercial stations – there’s no limit to humanity’s need to communicate. It’s mostly senseless chatter; mindless panic serving no real purpose. Complete amateurs offer advice straight from the movies, or planned offensives to retake parts of the city. These stations soon go quiet, hissing static in a dirge to futility. Worse though, are the times the radio truly speaks of the chaos outside. A few occasions, a broadcast is cut short, end-stopped by shattering glass or snapping wood, and the screaming begins. The beasts themselves never made much noise, aside from an incessant groan, but their reckless approach left little doubt as to their presence. The screaming was inevitably human. For all their grand ideas – offensives, strongholds, patrols – none of those armchair generals ever amounted to more than sounds of tearing and retching. It was at these times I wished for silence.

19:14, 31 March 2010 (BST)