Radio

sketchfab

A battered old transistor radio sits atop a pile of rubble, its antenna snapped clean off, but still somehow managing to pick up a few static-filled stations from across the wasteland. The DJ's voice crackles over the airwaves, speaking words that are both familiar and yet utterly alien in this desolate new world: "Welcome back to 'Survival Station', where we're playing all your favorite pre-apocalypse tunes to keep you going through these tough times..."