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.