Chilling Wasteland Stories to Tell in the Dark

by MuseoSansPony

MESSAGE REPEATS (By ComicSansPony)

Out in the wastes, when darkness creeps
There is a place that none should reach.
A swampy marsh where the DJs cease.
Nary a sound in the flooded streets.
A radio will get, the ending piece
“Please send help!” Message Repeats

A weary traveler, a righteous lot
Will sit and listen, destination forgot.
A frantic message their only thought.
Drawing them into the mystery spot.
“No please, no.” A single chop.
A ragged voice “Nice try, but it was for nought.”

Out in the mire a twig does creak.
“You shall be next” the voice does speak.
Eyes go wide, who is this freak?
Weapons drawn, you look, you seek.
There is no cover, chances bleak.
So says the radio: Message Repeats

Time to run, breaths are deep.
“Run while you can, you’re mine to reap.”
One by one to forever sleep.
The party adding the refuse heap.
Stalked like prey, the killer creeps.
There is no way to broker peace

Bullets, armor, tactics, chances increase.
You are the target, his centerpiece.
No settlements nearby to hear your shrieks.
No words of warning, no release.
When morning comes, the voice will cease.
Beware the broadcast:

Message Repeats