EJ003X | audio | night 011

[littlemissfutility]

Hello?

[ The voice is whispery right now, but it still sounds young and female. Enough talk, and some of the vowels might sound just a touch southern. ]

Is there anybody out there? Dawn? Is Dawn here?

[ A pause. ]

If someone's out there, I need help. And if whoever's out there doesn't wanna help - I'm armed.

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[aluminumandash]

[ He's constrained to admit: ] The animals ain't exactly normal. [ But he already heard someone mention dinosaurs, so that topic's going unelaborated-upon unless she asks. ]

When the first group of us showed up, it triggered something. Ah, mechanized, automated. Flock of drones—like miniature helicopters, four foot—were sweeping parts of the island, snatching up whoever they found and dumping them in holding cells.

But those cells, it was all done by machine. No sign of people, and I mean no sign. Plumbing was in disrepair. Gotta figure whoever's behind it is long gone.

[littlemissfutility]

But that means there's electricity. If we find the generators -

[ Then bad plumbing doesn't matter, because they can fix it. ]

What's it look like, where you are?

[aluminumandash]

[ She's quick—in her thinking, in snatching at hope. He keeps pace. ] Solar, yeah. Hard to get at, though—wiring's baked in, everything bolted down.

[ A pause. ] Beach, right where the river meets the ocean. Kinda desolate, not much in the way of wildlife. Officer de Guzman's with me. [ He says it offhandedly: can't really do otherwise given the man's habit of wedging himself into every conversation known to man.

Maybe using his rank will be warning enough. ]