"Huh, radio. What's going on with that radio?" He spoke aloud, to himself, as he stopped and stared at it. The coppery smell assaulted his nostrils, but he tried to ignore it, even as some part of him began to panic.<br/><br/>He was picking up the radio to examine it when the lights went out, and he heard a very angry sounding banging noise coming from the back store room. Obscenities are muttered as he goes running from the gas station, bringing the radio along with him, not out of a conscious thought to do so, but simply because he had forgot to let go of it, if that makes any sense at all...