The Last Broadcast (Part IV – Outpost Seven)

Check out Part 1 to Part V from my playlist 🧟 The Dead March Chronicles ”…This is Outpost Seven…” ”…Emergency frequency 7.4…” ”…If anyone can hear this…” ”…Keep the light burning…” The city’s quiet now at last, Only echoes of the past. Every rooftop, every street, Silence where the heart should beat. Coffee’s cold beside the chair, Dust is hanging in the air. Maps still pinned upon the wall, Waiting for a final call. Every hour… Every day… One more voice just fades away. Still I speak… Still I try… Though no one has replied. This is the last broadcast… Can anybody hear? Hold onto tomorrow… Don’t surrender to your fear. If you’re still out there somewhere, Know you’re not alone tonight. Keep the light burning… Don’t let it fade from sight. Generator running low, Snow begins its silent fall. One more message sent tonight… One more hope against it all. Photographs upon the desk, Faces time cannot protect. Every name I read aloud… Feels like speaking to the clouds. ”…Outpost Seven calling…” ”…Any survivors…” ”…Please respond…” ”…We hear you…” The operator smiles. For the first time… He’s not alone. Then… Very quietly… In the distance… Left… Right… Left… The smile disappears. He understands. It wasn’t a survivor. This is the last broadcast… Our watch is almost done. If hope still lives within you… Carry it into the sun. Though Outpost Seven’s fallen… The story isn’t gone. Keep the light burning… When we are moving on. ”…This is Outpost Seven…” ”…Signing off…” Nothing.