002: explosions

"The latest word on what happened on Bay Street," came the tinny voice over the speaker, "is that there are no survivors."

It didn't much matter to the sole listener, buried beneath moth-eaten rags that once might have been a mismatched military uniform. He had long since been numb to the world outside of the dimly-lit bunker. The ancient radio had once been there to prove just how right he was about the ever-hastening end; now, all it ever did was ensure that his foresight brought forth his damnation.

Yet, he could only listen.

"In other news..."