The valley was burning, but as Elias joined the long line of taillights snaking toward the coast, he held the radio tight. They had lost the land, but they hadn't lost each other—not yet.
Elias stood on his porch, clutching a single photograph and his grandfather’s old radio. He looked at the ridge line. Usually, the mountains were a deep, reassuring blue against the sunset. Today, the sky was a bruised, apocalyptic orange, and the mountains were gone, swallowed by a wall of white-hot teeth. Episode 5: Wildfire
In the small town of Oakhaven, the sirens had stopped screaming an hour ago. Now, there was only the low, rhythmic roar of the approaching front—a sound like a freight train that never arrives. The valley was burning, but as Elias joined