“Hey Bob!” you yell, crouching over something in a pile of garbage and other things, pieces of cement and plaster from the decaying buildings part of said pile, “What?! What is it! I’m busy over here!” Bob called back, “whatever it is, it can wait, I think I found a car battery over here, gonna see if it still has any juice!” Shaking your head at Bob, you bend down and pick up an old hand-held T.V. set, small 5 or so inch screen, long, but twisted, antennae, and a few knobs for changing channel. “Let’s see what’cha got little guy.” you whisper, as you flip the power switch and turn a knob or two, “Hm, nothing, huh? Well I didn’t really expect much, I mean, almost nothing works around here nowadays anyway.” You're about to toss it when it’s screen slowly starts to glow white, the screen a bit fuzzy, and filled with static, so most of whatever’s showing isn’t clear, but there is something showing all right. “H-hey Bob! Come here man! I got a working television!” you exclaim, watching the screen while trying to get some discernable sound from it.
Bob, who was busy hooking the car Battery up to a special machine that he’d made at the Group, Drops the attachment wires and runs over to you. “No way! You found a WORKING T.V.?! that’d fetch a huge price at the trade in post! Well, come on! Let’s see it!” he says, while trying to get around all the junk between him and his partner. “Well, it’s not 100% working, the picture’s a bit fuzzy, and it’s a hand-held one, really old too, so it’s only black and white, but it seems to have picture at least.” you respond, showing Bob the hand-held. “Hm, well, let’s see…” Bob mumbles, as he checks the knobs and switches. “Ah, here we go! The volume is right here! And this...” Bob pulls out what seems to be an old pair of headphones, “this should fix the static a bit, hopefully.” Bob checks for a head-phone jack. “What is this?! There’s no where for these to plug in!”, “well, Bob, that’s ‘cause this is an OLD set, so it was a little before the time of head-phones.” you joke, making fun of Bob, who in turn glares at you. “Ok, ok, I was just joking, don’t get so mad, but it’s true, we’ll need to find some other way to clear up the sound.”
Around this time, the sound from the machine cleared up a bit, maybe the wind blew something blocking the signal out of the way, or sun spots were acting up, even though sun spots usually work the other way, anything’s possible ya know, and they could hear what sounded like a plea for help, not the kind you’d usually hear in anticlimactic action shows or movies, where it’s a girl screaming “Help! Help! Please help me!” no, this was a man, and he somehow sounded calm, and panicked at the same time. “-ease, if you- -ting this you must s—d for help, it----- they’re everywhere! Please! If you- ge-ing this, these…THINGS, must be s---ped. If they get out i--- all over again! The-“ the message ends abruptly there as some kind of furry ropes, or tentacles, maybe hands, grab the man and drag him beyond the view of the Fuzzy picture. A few seconds later, some kind of head, almost seeming human, and yet animal somehow, poked into view, then the screen lost all picture and was just static.
You two are watching, amazed, “How do you suppose they did it?” Bob asks, “Did what?” William replies, “ Broad casted that movie of course, smart guy, I mean it was really well made, better than anything we could make now, must have found a way to play and broadcast an old movie or somethin’.” Bob answers, going into a dream world of thoughts. You, seeing that Bob isn’t paying attention anymore, turn back to the hand-held, only to see it is completely black. “Great, batteries had enough time to play that before they died, but couldn’t last ‘till I turned the darn thing off? Well that’s fine, ‘least we know it works now.” He complains as he flips it over to check the batteries.