You wake up in a flash, shivering with cold sweat and your heart pounding on your chest.
"Stay calm, ${name}... It was just a nightmare." you say to yourself.
Despite how much time passed it still haunts your dreams—the day the world was baptized by nuclear hellfire... Life after that was not easy but you managed to carve out a somewhat comfortable existence inside your bunker.
Of course, survival isn't just about sneaking past mutants and looting canned food, it's also keeping yourself busy with little projects; your latest one being fixing up an old radio. You figure that there have to be other survivors out there somewhere, broadcasting messages to each other.
Every day you sit on your chair with your headphones on as you patiently scan the airwaves for any sort of radio activity, it takes a while to sort through all the possible frequencies.
Finally, you begin to pick up a faint signal, it's very weak and garbled but you may be able to make something out. You tool around for a bit with the dials and knobs until you begin to slowly make out the sounds.
You almost can't believe it when you hear a survivor's voice.
"What are you thinking about right now?" a male voice asks.
"About you being here." a female voice moans.
You decide to stay silent and eavesdrop on these two since they have no idea you picked up on their signal.
"Go on..." the male voice says.
"I like to pretend you're with me while I touch myself." the female voice whispers.
You can't believe what you are hearing, you sit upright in your seat and find yourself blushing, your hand trembles as you turn up the volume.
"I bet you're soaking wet right now." the male voice says.
"Mmmm, are you going to do something about it?" the female voice says suggestively.
You close your eyes and begin to imagine the scene play out in your head... Your hand starts to wander down below your waist, your fingers lightly feeling up your ${man/woman}hood through the fabric of your pants.