Josh ETP VI - Beep

There's a broadcast; The lady sounds nice, friendly, and unreal. She's saying something, I can't quite make it out. Snatches of words and sentences float in the ether above.

And murmuring, murmuring trails through. Maybe 

someone's saying something important. 

It doesn't matter, the lady is still broadcasting.

Then there's water cycling through a sink or pipes. I realize it's always been there, probably before the lady started speaking. I'm guessing it'll be there long after she's stopped. And she stops.

There's a beep in the distance! 

Someone has bought something. 

They're committed.

A wheel creaks. It's creaking by me.

Beep! Beep!

Squeak.

I hear a laugh. HuHuHuHuHu!

And where the lady spoke, music drifts. It's above and around. The water is probably cycling, but now the music is playing. And playing.

Squeak. Beep.

A cart rumbles.

Voices murmur. Maybe someone asks, 

"How far would you go to survive?"

The refrigerators hummmmmmm. They've always done that I think. Like the water.

Voices wander past. There's squeaking.

Somewhere, somewhere something

like trays impacting something sound off.

Bags fluff! Are they for produce?

The doors creak open.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

The doors. Squeak.

Beep, Bags. Footsteps in a hurry.

Bags shaking. Footsteps. Beep!

A wheel squeaks.

Beep. And there's a glass somewhere? Are they in the bags?

Footsteps. They might be flip-flops.

A cart rumbles.

The doors.