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uld be soon.
“Crazy,” muttered Eph.
“At least some people still have power,” said Fet. “Wait until their phones and laptops run dry, and they find they can’t recharge. That’s when the screaming starts.”
Crosswalk signs changed symbols, going from the red hand to the white figure walking, but without crowds to cross. Manhattan without pedestrians was not Manhattan. Eph heard automobile horns out on the main avenues, but only an occasional taxi traversed the side streets—drivers hunched over steering wheels, fares sitting anxiously in the back.
They both paused at the next curb, out of habit, the crossing sign turning red. “Why now, do you think?” said Eph. “If they have been here so long, for centuries—what provoked this?”
Fet said, “His time horizon and ours, they are not the same. We measure our lives in days and years, by a calendar. He is a night creature. He has only the sky to concern him.”
“The eclipse,” said Eph suddenly. “He was waiting for that.”
“Maybe it means something,” said Fet. “Signifies something to him…”
Coming out of a station, a Transit Authority cop glanced at them, eyeing Eph.
“Shit.” Eph looked away, but neither quickly nor casually enough. Even with the police forces breaking down, his face was on television a lot, and everybody was still watching, waiting to be told what to do.
As they moved on, the cop turned away. It’s just my paranoia, Eph thought.
Around the corner, following precise instructions, the cop made a phone call.
Fet’s Blog
HELLO THERE, WORLD.
Or what’s left of it.
I used to think that there was nothing more useless than writing a blog.
I was unable to imagine any greater waste of time.
I mean, who cares what you have to say?
So I don’t really know what this is.
But I need to do it.
I guess I have two reasons.
One is to set down my thoughts. To get them out onto this computer screen where I can see them and maybe make some sense out of all that is happening. Because what I have experienced in the past few days has changed me—literally—and I need to try and figure out who I am now.
The second reason?
Simple. Get out the truth. The truth of what is happening.
Who am I? I’m an exterminator by trade. So if you happen to live in one of the five boroughs of NYC, and you see a rat in your bathtub and you call pest control…
Yep. I’m the guy who shows up two weeks later.
You used to be able to leave that dirty job to me. Ridding pests. Eradicating vermin.
But not anymore.
A new infestation is spreading throughout the city, and into the world. A new breed of intruder. A pox upon the human race.
These creatures are nesting in your basement.
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