Carefully, Tanner started down the stairs, each step creaking underfoot. His heart pounded in his chest as with every step. But the thought of a working radio, a lifeline to the outside world, pushed him forward.
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The static grew louder as he descended and Tanner realized it was coming from directly below him. The staircase ended in a small, dimly lit basement, the walls lined with old, rusting equipment and shelves piled high with forgotten supplies.
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