Novel & Cerita Call Me Can't Communicate

It suddenly seemed like it was a thousand miles away. How will I get there if my legs would not cooperate? It felt like my body was being pressed to the ground by something bigger, heavier than me. Phone! My phone. But who could I call? Kan? His phone had been turned off for the whole evening, and he must still be too busy humping his whore to think of anyone else. My throat was already beginning to feel restricted. But I could not cough, and when I opened my mouth to scream, there was no strength in my lungs to carry my voice.

Stanley responded pulling the communicator out of his back pocket and switching it on. “See if you’re able to reach anyone on it.” Stanley made several attempts to make a call, but continuously got a busy signal. “What is this, fucking T-Rizon?” Nolan growled. Everyone giggled at the unexpected question. “Not quite, but our communications do transmit in a similar manner.” Alford’s tone turned serious. “We do need to call Emma and see if she knows what’s going on.”

“There’s no network here, Calla.” I blink at her. “What do you mean there’s no network? Don’t joke about that right now.” “I’m not joking.” She twists her lips, almost annoyed at my disbelief. “Since months ago, no one can reach outside. Phones don’t work. Computers don’t connect. Everything is locked down. That’s why Ronan couldn’t contact you. That’s why you couldn’t reach him either.”

The entire fragile world we had built over the last three hundred and sixty-five days was about to be burned to the ground, not by a hacker or an executive board, but by the raw, protective fury of two brothers who had finally found something worth destroying each other for. Slowly, I walked back into the studio, my hands shaking so violently I could barely function. I picked up my phone from the vanity table. My fingers hovered over the speed-dial screen, my eyes tracking to the contact name I had deleted and re-saved a thousand times over the last three months. Peter. I pressed the call button. The line didn't even ring. It went straight to an encrypted, automated system message: The numbe

I could still feel the vibration. On the second day, I talked to myself. Just muttering. “The fire needs another log.” “It’s getting dark earlier.” It was the only way to prove I still had a voice. Sunday night, 9 PM. My hands were slick with sweat. I picked up the heavy satellite phone, pressed the button. It rang once. A voice answered, male, neutral, devoid of any identifying quality. “Go ahead.” “Cloud Cover,” I said, my tongue thick.

Why wasn’t anyone answering? “Red. Can you try to communicate with Callum?!” I asked my voice unsure and I swear I could have almost heard her hiss. “I can’t seem to link with him,” she responded. I sighed deeply as I got up restlessly. Something doesn’t seem right, he just texted me few minutes ago and now he’s suddenly unreachable?! ***

Her expressions showed she was unable to reach to him. Even the woman on the speaker made it clear, 'The call could not be connected, it is out of network range.' it was not possible to talk to him now. "No problem, I will talk to him tomorrow in the school." Making herself understand Valen stuffed her cellphone in the pocket of her denims going out of the room.

Since I know he has nothing on me; there is absolutely nothing to worry about. “I need to speak with my men and for some reason, I can’t erach them by phone.” “I’m sorry about that. We are in an area that has, really, no reception. This is why we are on a video call. It was easier to make this happen. We should be back in a day or so. You can always come back then.” The Elder sighs and looks irritated, but I know I got him.

"Me neither." Call him? Call him to hear what? Call him to find out how much he likes his new friends. Call him to tell him about my day at my new college that I spent with people who were not him. Call him just to realize our differences? Call him to remind myself that we don't have much left in common anymore. Call him just to stumble upon words? Call him to make sure one last time that we have run out of things to talk about. Call him? Via this fake-ass modern technology? Call him without actually calling him? Call him without saying his name? Call him, and him not being near enough to hear? Call him?

Good. … No No??? I need to talk to you. He tried again. Another read receipt. It took longer to open this time, and when it did, she didn’t send anything back. Dammit Mari! This is important! CALL ME This time, the text wasn’t even received. He got a message saying it was unable to deliver. Fuck! He called her. The person you are trying to reach is not available. He slammed his phone down on his desk, cracking the screen.