The old radio hissed to life, breaking through the static of a desolate world.

‘DJ Karma, here again, bringing songs from the past to the phantoms of the future.’

Kalen twisted the knob of his beat-up pocket radio. It’d been weeks since he last heard another’s voice.

America had ended after years of being engulfed by fire along with a series of epidemics, taking the lives of most. The cities became graveyards, highways covered in dust. But somewhere not too distant stood a radio tower somehow able to draw power and a man inside it well enough to speak.