Story 1201: The Last Broadcast (Series HS: ZE13)

INT. RADIO STATION – NIGHT

The air is thick with static. Rain lashes against the windows. Inside a cramped, dimly lit booth, DJ MARLA (32, sharp, jaded but cool under pressure) adjusts the mic, her hand trembling slightly.

MARLA (into mic):

“This is Marla Graves… broadcasting from WZRD-109. I don’t know who’s still out there. But if you’re listening, you’re not alone… yet.”

A low groan filters through the station walls. Marla turns, startled, then quickly turns the volume up on a nearby console to drown it out.

MARLA (cont’d):

“Power’s going out sector by sector. City Hall’s gone dark. Emergency responders aren’t answering anymore. I repeat: do not go to the shelters. They’re not safe. Something’s inside.”

She takes a shaky breath. The sound of something dragging across metal echoes faintly outside the room.

CUT TO: INT. STATION LOBBY – SAME TIME