It was nearly four in the morning when I was about to fall flat on my face in the soft sand that was sliding beneath our feet. Thats when we saw the first actuall lights that night. They were not city lights, they had splashes of color. They were to bright to be the lights of a hide out. Plus there wasnt enough of them to be a city or even a little hideout. Maybe this was the radio station that we have only heard stories of?

I walked, or more acurately; ran, toward the lights that were just ahead of us. I stopped dead in my tracks when I got to the building ahead of us. I took out an old photograph out of the secrete pocket I had in my coat. The place was the same building in the photograph.

Victoria was right next to me and whispered to me. "What is this place."

I shoved the photo in my pocket and stared in amazment at the place ahead of us. "The radio transmition station." I gawked.

I opened the door to the place and sepped silently inside the dark building.