SAVE THE DATE for NEPA Duel District Fall Camporee

Hello…This is... Anna, reporting from... somewhere. I don't know where I am. The last thing I remember is the transmission... It was a warning. But it's all garbled now, like... like the signal's been eaten. (Cough) There's... something out there. I can hear it. Not like anything I've ever heard before. A low... moaning. And the... the smell. It's like... decay mixed with something metallic. (A guttural groan echoes from outside. Anna recoils, dropping the microphone. It clatters on the floor.) No. No, no, no...