Those who feel that they can contribute try to get the radio fixed. A little experimentation shows that the batteries still work. Unfortunately, the circuit boards are fried. Just when you are desperate enough to try and cannibalise the jeep for spare parts, Johny stands up and rushes down to the cellar.
A few minutes later he staggers back, carrying an antique radio the size of Belgium.
After some tinkering with the car-battery, slowly the lights go on as the tubes start to warm up.
Slowly he turns the dials. The FM-band is quit.
Only on long wave can you hear something. The first post you find is in french.
Then, at last, a thinnish, faint voice can be heard, barely intellegible, distorted and speaking with an odd accent.
"This is radio freedom, broadcasting to any survivors. We have been invaded, by unknown forces. In a brief but fierce battle, ,our armed forces are almost totally destroyed. The cities have been attacked by a biological agent. It is unknown if there are any survivors, nor is it known if the agent is still active. The reasons for the attack is unknown. All attempts at communication have been ignored. We do not know the size of the invading force, nor do we know the reasons. All major cities are burning. But some of us have survived, and By God, we are not defeated yet. This is John Rogers, for BBC world, somewhere in scotland. God save the Queen.
The message is repeated over and over....