S.O.S.
The Last Frequency
A pause. Then, through the hiss of a dying world: KayWily
KayWily’s hand hovered over the transmitter key. Hope was a dangerous thing; it had a shelf life of about three seconds after you last ate. But the voice kept coming, naming coordinates that were only two blocks away. KayWily
KayWily looked out the grimy window. Two blocks north, a single candle flickered in a high-rise. KayWily
The voice was young, terrified, and impossibly clear.
“I see your light.”
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