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A man walks down a deserted street, the only sound comes from his footsteps and the hiss of his protective mask filtering dust and toxins from the bitter cold air.
The buildings of the city are dark, save for one. A massive tower with what appears to be a stylized 'AS' lit in brilliant blue. He walks away from it, despite its apparent signs of inhabitation.
He does not walk at a constant pace. Instead he stops and looks around every minute or so, as if searching for any sign of life in this dead city.
As he passes a series of small shops, their once colorful and animated signs now dark, he stops.
His hand goes to the pack that is slung over his shoulder, and after a few moments digging around inside, it emerges holding what looks like a military grade radio.
He lifts it to his mask and speaks:
"Is there ANYONE out there? I've been walking all over this city, there has to be SOMEONE listening.
Please, if anyone can hear me, respond. I don't need shelter, I'm not asking for food, I just need ANYONE to talk to.
I don't know how long I can go without hearing a voice other than my own.
God damn it... God damn it..."
It is clear from the tone of his voice near the end of his rant that he has been alone for quite some time. He is now simply standing, his shoulders are moving slightly, as if he were sobbing.
It does not look like the isolation is doing anything for his mental health.
It is then that he hears static over his radio, followed by a voice...