DEAD AIR
DAY 04 · 3:17 AM · KESTREL VALLEY
One radio. Four minutes. Hundreds of them between you and the bridge.
A hatch under the desk, boots overhead all day, and twenty hours in the dark. Theo's fever breaks. Wren's plan: the old cable tunnel to the rail line, through a valley packed with the dead, in the four minutes the signal buys. Someone has to stay and press the button. At 3:17 the radio in Riley's hand plays the tones. Walk. Don't run. Don't look back.