As the sun—if you could call that pale glow a sun—began to dip below the jagged horizon, Elias sat on the floor of the master bedroom. He had enough supplies to make it to the next settlement, but he found himself lingering.
He found a rusted can of peaches and a single, cracked porcelain teacup. He left the cup but took the peaches, the weight of the tin a small comfort in his pack. [S1E3] What Remains
This is where he found the real prize. Tucked under a pile of moth-eaten blankets was a hand-cranked radio. It was battered, its antenna snapped halfway, but when he turned the dial, it gave a faint, rhythmic thump-thump-thump . The Choice to Stay As the sun—if you could call that pale