[Day 7, Evening]
[The sound of someone speaking off in the distance can be heard, abruptly getting closer. It doesn't sound like they're intentionally pressing the talk button.]
"Huh, this might be useful."
[Pauses, as if listening to the crackle the poor walkie talkie is making.]
"The fuck, is this thing broken? Well, shit."
[The crackle stops for a few moments before it resumes, this time crackling in intervals resembling someone walking. The sounds are muffled and static-y, as if the walkie had been placed in a pocket with the button pressed down.]
"I *crackle* hate thi- *shhhhh* -lace..."