The kid's eyes—visible through the scratched visor—wavered.
"Hear what?" The kid's finger tightened on the trigger.
The radio tower stood at the center of the map—a rusted skeleton of metal and broken antennas. Every faction wanted it. The Wardens claimed it for "reconstruction." The Marauders wanted to broadcast their propaganda. The Loners just wanted to hear a voice that wasn't screaming. Deadzone Classic Script
He reached the tower base just as a bullet pinged off the concrete where his head had been. He didn't look back. He climbed.
"The broadcast. It's coordinates. A way out. North. Past the dead forest. No gas. No infection." Every faction wanted it
Leo drew his sidearm. Three bullets left. He checked his mask filter: 8 minutes.
"Drop it," the kid said. His voice shook. He reached the tower base just as a
The tower speakers crackled, then spoke: "Attention all survivors. This is an emergency evacuation broadcast. Repeat—"
He didn't need to survive. He just needed to buy time.
The kid ran.