[ WP ] You believe you are one of the last people alive on earth after an apocalypse . You have taken refuge in a building with a radio tower and have been broadcasting daily , imploring any survivors to come to you , and just talking . Your supplies have run out , and you broadcast one last time .

`` Evenin folks, this is your MC of Swing, MC Smith putting the pizaz back into the jazz. Bringing you the best tunes of the ages. You just heard'Space Oddity' by the one and only Mr. Bowie. We're gon na go to a quick ad break, do n't touch that dial.'' 
 
 Smith kicked his legs up onto the desk as he flicked the dial that activated the ad reel. He took a slow drag of his cigarette and glanced at the window. Boards were still in place. Not that it really mattered anymore. Nobody was coming, and there was n't anything he needed outside no more. The cattle he'd been minding had been taken in the night a few days ago, and he'd choked down the last of his MRE's this morning. He was a dreamer, but he knew his days were numbered without a miracle. 
 
 Nobody knew what the fucking things were that made the world this way. 
 
 They just crawled up out of the dirt and started maimin' and eatin' all in sight. 
 
 It was n't fair, but what was. 
 
 He'd been a gambling man before this had all started. 
 
 He was n't gon na go quietly. 
 
 He heard a quiet ding that signaled the ad ending, and made a decision. 
 
 He turned the dial he'd marked with a warning symbol, and grabbed the mic. 
 
 `` Thanks for your patience guys and dolls. Now before we settle into the next tune, I got ta say a little somethin somethin'. I'm not gon na be able to broadcast this much longer, on account of these mud-eatin' bastards stealing my cattle. I'm broadcastin this little speech of mine on every damn frequency. If you murderous fucks are listening, and the sludge in your heads can even think, come and get me. I'll be waitin', with my shotgun sittin in my lap. If you're human, join me in this little shindig, we can at least groove till the end, baby.'' 
 
 He leaned back and blew a smoke ring as he reached for the shotgun under his desk. 
 
 `` Anyway. Here's'Redemption Song' by the one and only Bob Marley. MC Smith, riding it out with you, people of the world. Keeping the music alive one song at a time.''
