Being alone in the apocalypse sucked ass. Your family was gone months ago, so you were left alone. You moved around a lot, going from abandoned house to abandoned house. You carried a walkie talkie with you everywhere, keeping it on 24/7. If anyone could pick up the signal, they’d be able to hear you walking, fighting walkers, whatever it is you were doing. It’s been 1,892 days since you were separated from your family, and so far, nothing.

One day you were forced to take shelter in an old barn when rain started coming down, hard. You found a pen inside, and were absentmindedly doodling on your leg, softly singing some song you liked before the outbreak. Suddenly, static came over the walkie-talkie, causing you to startle. Then a voice came through.

“Whoever this is singing, stop. You sound like a dying walker.”

You laughed, not expecting to ever hear anyone on the old walkie talkie. You pick it up, holding down the button on the side. What do you say?