"If you can hear this, get out while you still can!"
People ran past an open doorway behind him while someone farther down the hall fired repeatedly at something we could not see.
The man flinched and looked over his shoulder before turning back toward the camera. "Don't come to the compounds—" he started, but then the screen broke apart.
Static filled the living room again, swallowing the man, the gunfire, and whatever else he had been trying to tell us.
No one spoke for a second. All of us continued to stare at my TV like we were watching a train wreck in slow motion. None of us could have turned away even if there was a zombie horde about to enter the mansion.
Hell, they probably would stop to watch what was going on on the TV with us.
The signal returned with a sharp crack, but the man was no longer standing behind the desk. He was crouched beside it with one arm over his head while pieces of the ceiling fell around him.
