End Wave. Pg. 29. Circularity.

washed in.
washed out.
and drowned in the constant.

End Wave. Pg. 28. Sacrament.

confessionals rumbled...

End Wave. Pg. 27. Totem.

... sculpted totems held the silence...

End Wave. Pg. 26. Abyss.

Missing: Marta Nazwisko NIC #POLX5734721MANYC

Basic Information
Race: White
Sex: Female
DOB: March 12, 1972
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 111 pounds
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde

Date: December 2, 2017
Time: 2:30 am and 3:00 am EST
Location: Spring Street, New York, N.Y.
Last Seen Wearing: A multi colored dress, red beaded necklace, with dark brown cowboy-styled leather boots.
Miscellaneous: Marta Nazwisko was last seen between 2:30 am and 3:00 am EST on December 2, 2017. She was seen in the area of the Spring Lounge bar on Spring Street at the corner of Mulberry Street, in the New York City Nolita area. Marta has shoulder length blonde hair and bright green eyes. She also has a burn scar on her right forearm in the shape of a seahorse. Her disappearance is suspicious.

End Wave. Pg. 25. Cryptography.

Those that witnessed the darkness, the hum, the attacks... they withdrew from socialization.
Withdrew from their everyday lives and sank into a detached existence.

End Wave. Pg 24. Spores.

... dogs, cats, and wild animals had also been poisoned.

A mysterious plant spore containing several chemicals may be the cause of the problems. Vitamin A deficiency contributes to blindness in nonruminants, such as cattle and swine, by making the cornea very dry and damaging the retina and cornea. The spores may contain carcinogens that can cause respiratory and immune system problems in both animals and humans. The young fronds of bracken are ingested as human food, especially in North America. They contain significant quantities of the carcinogen.

End Wave. Pg. 23. Stream.

Amidst the silence was a streaming random chaos.
Los Angeles County Hospital chaos.
Bellevue Hospital chaos.
Mercy Hospital chaos.

End Wave. Pg. 22. Threshold.

The news of crimson soaked felines raised the hush.
And raised the hum.
Backler, Benitez, Duggan.
The shadows, The Lion, the hum.
It was all happening so fast.
hhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm...

End Wave. Pg. 21. The Lion.

Originally printed in the newspaper known as The New York Intelligencer.

Mysterious Abduction Outside Brooklyn Brownstone

Dave Wilson
November 17, 2017
Downtown Brooklyn - NYPD and the Major Case Squad are investigating a bloody crime scene in connection with the mysterious abduction of 31 year old, Robert Backler.

At 12:15 AM EST, Saturday, November 15, police responded to a call from a DSNY employee on Union Street between Hoyt and Bond Street, located just over a block (Southeast) from the Gowanus Canal.

The Sanitation worker said he witnessed a "darkness" attack Backler as the service truck was making it's designated stops. As the worker rushed to the scene he was about twenty yards away when he saw the "lion shaped darkness" drag Backler quickly up the front wall of a three story brownstone.

Police found no signs of Backler on the roof, only a large amount of blood, as well as a pair of eye glasses. Backler was last to leave a dinner party he was attending at the building he was dragged to the top of. Police also found two cats in a nearby school lot, both covered in what appeared to be blood. Police said both cats were uninjured.

Backler is 6' 1", 178 lbs, caucasian, has brown eyes, and a shaved head. Backler has no distinguishing birthmarks or tattoos.

NYPD are continuing to investigate Backler's abduction, while the Major Case Squad investigates similar strange reports throughout the metropolitan area.

End Wave. Pg. 20. Reticles.

Closer the hum would stalk.

End Wave. Pg. 19. Taste.

the cellulose acetate sounds carried...
the nights were colder.
empty avenues. empty streets. empty drives. empty lanes. empty courts.
they formed flocks to feel that cotton comfort.

their hum was louder. more careless. more anxious.

End Wave. Pg. 18. Zero.

All the same kind.
Sleeping in the valley.
Afraid they'd see.

End Wave. Pg. 17. Irontail.

all of them... masked and confused

End Wave. pg. 16. Damien.

In the dimming night lights you could hear the cracking. The cackling. Night was darker. 7:35pm EST on November 11, 2017.

End Wave. pg. 15. The Bends.

... the air was changing...

End Wave. pg. 14. Tombs.

Only if they realized the last stop was near...

End Wave. pg 13. Sugar Cane.

Powdered in neglect, many refused to acknowledge the building news of the vanishing. Drowned their heads in hops and grains. Buried themselves into alternate realities of maniacal egos. Inhaled any fume of detachment. Codependent on each others neglect. Only if they'd blinked... just for a slight blink...

End Wave. pg. 12. Orbestra

silk air...

End Wave. pg. 11. Dust.

Lucid particles of micrometers rose and settled across the island of Manhattan. They settled with the rise of the sun. They gusted as the moon glazed. Globally radiating in suburbia, in the cubicle farms, glowing in human cells, falling and floating follicles, weaves of cottons, silks, polyesters, wools, multi-flavored minerals, and countless breaths of terrain. Suffocating the air. And they breathed deeply. Into bends they inhaled.

End Wave. pg. 10. Hush.

Days.

Days.

Daze.
Dazed.

Afternoon silence grew more silent as Fall grew colder. Reports of the vanishing continued. Reported: Suspicious Circumstances. Hundreds. Then thousands. In the thick of the cold. In the thick of the afternoon silence. In the thick of the suspicion. In the thick of the circumstance. Sparse afternoons were slowly turning to sparse nights. And still they waited and worked under the cloak of darkness.

End Wave. pg. 9. Buzzer.

Missing: Mario Edwardo Benitez NIC #TYK7218005CASNYC

Basic Information
Race: Hispanic
Sex: Male
DOB: June 5, 2007
Height: 4' 6"
Weight: 89 pounds
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Other: Horizontal scar over left eye

Date: October 30, 2017
Time: 9:15pm and 5:30am EST
Location: 85 Orchard Street, New York, NY
Last Seen Wearing: Mario was last seen wearing a green NY Jets pajama top with white sleeves and NY Jets green pajama pants.
Miscellaneous: Mario Benitez was last seen by his mother, Maria Benitez when she put him to bed at 9:15pm EST on October 30, 2017. Mario has a 2" horizontal scar over his left eye. His disappearance is suspicious.

End Wave. pg. 8. Hollow.

Missing: Frank J. Duggan NIC #OCX5439752BOSNYC

Basic Information
Race: White
Sex: Male
DOB: January 22, 1987
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 168 pounds
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Other: Tattoo of an octopus on left forearm

Date: October 29, 2017
Time: 12:30am and 1:35 am EST
Location: Atlantic Avenue, Brooklyn, N.Y.
Last Seen Wearing: Frank was last seen wearing a white t-shirt, dark blue jeans, a black hooded zip up, and black converse sneakers.
Miscellaneous: Frank Duggan was last seen between 12:30am and 1:35 am EST on October 28, 2017. He was seen in the area of the Brazen Head bar on Atlantic Avenue Between Court Street and Boerum Place, in the downtown Brooklyn, N.Y. Frank has a beard and a mustache, and has a tattoo of an octopus on his left forearm. His disappearance is suspicious.

End Wave. pg. 7. Clear.

No blazing lanterns. No capes leaving vapor against the city skyline. No patriotic shields. Just the dark. Just distant aftermath sirens. Just the rising hum. Rising into the night.

End Wave. pg. 6. Narrow.

The alley. The alley drowned in dementia. Rats. Roaches. And Rotting. The vortex of interstellar celestial filth. The first flash of end took place here. October 26, 2017. 4:07am EST.

End Wave. pg 5. Yield.

Reports were filed. Reports were ignored. Buried. Trashed. Shredded. The way strange reports are. Reports of silver trains being derailed by steam geysers. Reports of complacent passengers turning into darkness. Reports of empty water towers melting under the tolls of church bells. Buried. Trashed. Shredded. Forgotten.

End Wave. pg 4. Skin.

Green. Amber. Then Green. Then Amber. And the monotonous kaleidoscope rotated. In the xerosis crack of the AM murk the hum would hush. The tombs behind their homes would sleep again. But the sleep was not the same. The sleep was changing. The hum was changing. Everything was changing.

End Wave. pg 3: The Hum

Behind their homes. Beneath the movement of 3am. They hummed, while they hibernated. Hummed. Hummed. Hummed. Hummed the mission in binaural codes. Hummed the mission in organic nanobytes. Hummed the mission in humidity. Amongst the convoluted tones of beeps and blips they hissed and howled in dissident synchronization.

End Wave. pg 2: Gray & Orange

2017. The greater New York Metropolitan region. Maple melding to mortar on an early October afternoon in a quietly cobbled Brooklyn neighborhood. Apple crisp Fall air. The Sun burning a silent melanoma bite. Burning spots. Burning safety. Just burning. The cumulus hovering a hero’s cape over the gray and orange landscape. They scurried. They shuffled. They sat. They stood. They slumbered. Slumbered their slumber of their fall.

End Wave. pg 1. The End.

The last ripples bled into black. A black you used to see in the cornfields of Kansas.
And across the canal a silence rose above the end. A silence you used to hear in an Alaskan ICU waiting room.
It's all but vanishing vapor now. Humanity ended at this moment. Ended with these ripples.