Thursday: The Final Broadcast
Back at the abandoned house, Ivy Mae fiddled with the strange tablet they’d found. "It’s picking up a signal," she said. The screen flickered to life, showing grainy footage from Mar-a-Lago’s security cameras.
They watched as Trump stood at the edge of the crack, his hair whipping in the wind. He was shouting, his fists raised to the heavens. The camera’s microphone barely caught his words: "I won! You can’t do this to me!"
Suddenly, a massive wave surged from the ocean, crashing into the crack. The screen showed Trump’s figure silhouetted against the torrent before it went blank.