Kaywily -

KayWily looked out the grimy window. Two blocks north, a single candle flickered in a high-rise.

“I see your light.”

The voice was young, terrified, and impossibly clear. KayWily

“—anyone out there? This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill.”

For the first time in a decade, someone smiled. — A piece by KayWily. KayWily looked out the grimy window

A pause. Then, through the hiss of a dying world:

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. “—anyone out there

The Last Frequency

The antenna on the roof had been dead for eleven years, but tonight, static crackled through the old ham radio like a secret clearing its throat.

With a trembling finger, KayWily tapped out a reply. Not words. Just a rhythm. Three short, three long, three short.