Kaywily -

KayWily’s hand hovered over the transmitter key. Hope was a dangerous thing; it had a shelf life of about three seconds after you last ate. But the voice kept coming, naming coordinates that were only two blocks away.

“—anyone out there? This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill.” KayWily

A pause. Then, through the hiss of a dying world: KayWily’s hand hovered over the transmitter key