From publisher blurb:
A radio. You’re not sure why you turn it on, but you’ve turned it on a time or two over the last few days, hoping to hear something other than static and the occasional automated emergency broadcast. Suddenly, you hear something strong. Something close.
Little girl: “H- hello? Is anyone there? Is this thing even on?”
Little boy: “I told you it’s on already! It’s just that no one’s listening. No one’s there at all!”
Little girl: “Shut up! Don’t say that! You can’t… just shut up!”
“Listen, if anyone’s out there, you have to be out there. We need you to come save us, please. Come save us.”
Little boy: “Where we are. You have to tell them where we are dumbass.”
Little girl: “Shut up! I was getting to that! We’re at West Lake Middle School. There’s a lot of zombies outside. And some inside too. Um, the teachers and some of us, when they get sick we lock them in the… we lock them in… I can’t do this.”
Sounds of multiple kids crying in the background.
Little boy: “You’re freaking the kids out. Go calm them down. Listen, I don’t know what to say. I am probably talking to myself anyway. I guess… oh, God please, let someone be hearing this. let them answer. This is so dumb.”
Adult female voice, very weak: “It’s ok, Lucas, go take care of the kids. Listen… *cough, cough* if you’re out there, I have it. You know what I mean, and you will not get it without me. So buck up, soldiers.”
And with that, the battery on your handheld radio goes dead.