a C R A C K L I N G, hideous sound infiltrates the airwaves; the grumbling sound of civilization lost. but not lost. here -- present. it’s been over a year since anything like it has been heard -- all broadcast systems had disappeared. UNTIL NOW. through the threatening static, voices can be heard. ❝ no, you are N O T hallucinating, ❞ the voice, feminine and condescending says, ❝ we finally made this thing work -- who are we ? your damn saviors, that’s who. i’m aubrey -- i’ll be one of your little angels iin this shit hole we’ve all been thrown in. oh, yeah, i bet you feel VERY lucky to hear that. we’ll be reporting any information we can get our hands on -- weather conditions, undead status, provisions, oncoming threats and, my personal favorite, survivor gossip. if you ever need us -- and i certainly hope you won’t -- look towards the bay. you’ll find us. ❞
