Chapter 16 – Contact
I was lying on my back in that wonderful place between waking up and still sleeping when I felt Joel stir beside me. His hand was touching the side of my butt, and I was tempted to take it and lay it between my legs. As I was slowly waking up and thinking all this, I thought I heard muffled voices. Was I still dreaming? Right at that moment, I heard loud thumping noises at our front door.
“It’s locked. Let’s check the next house,” I heard someone say right outside our house.
I immediately sat up straight, and so did Joel. We looked at each other wide-eyed, and I realized I was holding my breath. Joel held his finger in front of his lips, gesturing to be quiet. He slowly sneaked out of bed and quietly crawled over to the window. He pulled the curtain away just the tiniest bit and looked outside.
Even though I was terrified, I felt my eyes glued to my brother’s naked butt. I tore my eyes away and crawled over too.
“What is it?” I mouthed, afraid to make any noise.
Joel put up two fingers and then formed his hand into a pistol. I figured he meant there were two people outside, both with guns.
“There’s nothing here. Let’s skip this and go to city hall. I heard we can join the A.W.A. there.”
“Alright. Let’s go. Maybe we can…”
The voices trailed off, and we could no longer hear them. I looked at Joel, and he seemed as shocked as I was.
“These people walk around like it’s the most normal thing to do,” he said with a stunned expression.
“Looks like they’re looting,” I said almost at the same time.
“Fucking hell…” Joel said, “maybe they know something we don’t?”
We were both quiet for a few minutes, lost in our thoughts. I glanced at Joel’s soft dick lying on his thigh, but I was in absolutely no mood to do something with it. What did we miss?
“What do you suppose A.W.A. is?” Joel asked, looking at my breasts.
“I was wondering that too. They were walking around out in the open! Jeez…”
“I’m still processing that too. Are these stupid bugs really dead?”
“Maybe. I guess… Oh, I don’t know. Fuck! I think we need to check that radio again. Now! I’m pretty sure some broadcasts are stating it’s safe or something.” I said.
“Alright. Let’s check together…” Joel said as he switched it on.
He gave me a few basic explanations about the system and started fiddling with it. After a few minutes of nothing but static, I noticed a small button. It read D-STAR, and the red light beneath it was illuminated. I didn’t know what it was, but I also saw a VHF button, which wasn’t illuminated. I didn’t know much about HAM radio, but the term VHF sounded familiar. So I pressed the button, and the light beneath it went on, and the D-STAR led went off. The moment I did this, I heard a voice cracking between the static.
“What did you do?” Joel asked, wondering.
“I guess I enabled VHF…” I said.
“No… Fuck!” Joel said and slapped his forehead. “It was on D-STAR again, wasn’t it?”
“Yes. But what’s D-STAR?”
“It’s for digital… Never mind. Let’s scan the channels.”
I turned the dial and made sure the volume was down to a bare minimum, so we couldn’t be heard outside.
“Greetings, fellow survivors. This recording is brought to you by the proud men and women of the A.W.A. community. During the last few days, God cleansed the world from Jews, Negros, and faggots. He finally had the power and heart…”
The moment the recording ended, there was a pause, and after a minute or so, it started again. I decided to turn down the volume. I was feeling sick from listening to it.
“Fuck me…” Joel whispered. “A bunch of racist idiots took over the world.”
“We’re… Negros to them,” I whispered back.
“I know. IF we ever get out of here, we need to be extremely careful. Goddamnit!”
I could see the fear in my brother’s eyes. I was worried sick too but couldn’t do anything right now. I needed to think! But it was so hard, knowing what was out there. And was it even safe to go out, or were these two that came by just reckless morons?
“We should check for more messages on the radio,” Joel said, looking determined.
“Right. Maybe there’s another group with a different agenda. Good plan. Let’s do that!”
We scanned the channels four times, but the only messages out there were the A.W.A. message and the emergency broadcast we heard earlier.
“This unit is equipped with a scrambling function,” Joel said, looking thoughtfully.
“So? What does it mean?” I asked with absolutely no idea what Joel was aiming at.
“Well… We can broadcast something ourselves. Only a few radios will be able to decipher it. And more importantly, we can’t easily be spotted broadcasting on this channel. Triangulation is virtually impossible that way. This means there won’t be someone at the door the moment we start sending.”
“Okay. I get that. But you say only a few stations will be able to decipher it. What stations? Isn’t it a slim chance we’ll be heard then?”
“It is. But we have to start somewhere, don’t you think? And besides. The stations that CAN receive our message are military-grade. So that’s a big chance of contacting someone that can help us.”
“Not bad,” I said, impressed. “And you’re sure we won’t be exposing ourselves this way?”
“Not with the signal, no. We just have to be careful with what we say, of course,” he said, frowning.
“Let’s do this!”
“Ehm… What channel should I choose? There are two-thousand different encrypted channels. We can’t possibly broadcast on all of them. That would take days, maybe weeks.”
“Well… How about 1 to 10 and then channels 2000 to 1990? That’s twenty channels. Most people usually choose either high or low numbers,” I said and noticed Joel looked impressed.
“Okay. Good thinking! But eh… what do I say?”
“Why don’t I say something? A sweet girl’s voice will probably draw more attention than your masculine voice, don’t you think?”
“Masculine? You think I’ve got a masculine voice?” Joel asked, beaming a bit.
“I guess. Your voice definitely deepened over the past few months,” I said, glancing at his soft dick, which emphasized his manhood to me.
“We mustn’t give away too much. How about we’re reaching out to other survivors, asking if they need our help? That way, we don’t sound desperate, and people won’t find us threatening either.”
“Sounds good. Nothing about that A.W.A. shit, right?”
“Hell no! Nothing about them. If we accidentally reach out to the wrong side and start bashing the A.W.A., we might be in serious trouble. The same is true the other way around. So, no. Nothing about them.”
“Right. I think I’ve got it. Move over.”
Joel moved slightly, leaving just enough room for me to sit next to him on my chair. The sides of our naked butts were touching this way. Being naked with Joel was just something that happened this morning. I didn’t feel the need to get dressed, and apparently, neither did Joel. I liked being naked. It wasn’t forced or anything, just a natural thing for us. Made me feel all warm inside, which was nice considering the events of this morning.
Joel fiddled with the buttons and handed me the microphone.
“Remember! No personal stuff over the radio! No matter who’s asking. Anyone with the right equipment can listen in on us.”
I nodded, brought the microphone to my mouth, and waited. A moment later, Joel nodded, and I pressed the button on the side of the mic.
“Hello? Is there anybody out there? We’re still alive and hiding in our shelter. We saw some people outside and are wondering if it’s safe to go out. If you need any help, please respond. If you’re alive and can talk to me, please respond. Over,” I released the button and waited a few moments.
“That’s great! We’ll do this three times and then switch to the next channel,” Joel said and smiled at me.
“Hello? Is there…”
After repeating that for thirty times, I was getting pretty tired of it. Especially since there was no response.
“That’s a wrap for the bottom ten channels,” Joel said glumly.
“No one is gonna respond, are they?” I asked, feeling down too.
“We’ll have to keep trying,” Joel said, primarily to himself as he absentmindedly toyed with his dick.
“Need any help with that?” I giggled.
“Huh?” Joel responded.
When he saw what I was looking at, he immediately let go of his penis and started blushing furiously.
“Eh… I’m sorry. I didn’t…” he stammered.
“Just kidding. I caught myself doing pretty much the same a few minutes ago,” I chuckled. “Let’s stay focused, okay?”
“Right. From two-thousand ten channels down, okay?”
“Go for it!” I said and started talking into the mic again.
In the pause after the second time on channel 1999, my heart stopped, and I almost dropped the mic.
“Hello? Over.” a girl’s voice sounded back from the radio.
I looked at Joel, and he was all excited and almost shut down the radio because his fingers tried turning the volume up.
“Now what?” I asked.
“Talk to her! But don’t tell her where we are!”
“I know!” I hissed and pressed the button again.
“Hi! I’m Mia. Over,” I started with lack of anything better to say.
“Hi Mia, I’m Ellie. Over.”
End of Chapter sixteen
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