「 b e n 」:
The radio…
Memories returned to a similar device - a broken walkie-talkie emitting a crackly voice that killed the group. Thinking of it brought an ache to his chest, although it wasn’t his fault.
Not like Naomi knew anything about what happened before.
”Wow.
Does it work?”
❛ dunno yet, somethin’ we
need t’ find out. ❜
and so naomi sets it down
on a table; slim fingers mess with the
buttons, pressing; triwling, until a short
sharp static reached her ears. a grin rips
her lips.
❛ —looks like we’re in luck. ❜
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