Endling, Part IV: Friday, May 30th, 6:25pm

By Draven Copeland, Editor-in-Chief

The wires snaking their way out of the machine and into the dead man delivered the message that his organs had finally given up, and the machine responded with a long, wailing tone. A woman in blue scrubs entered the room from the hallway and checked one last time for John Ang’s pulse, feeling nothing but a limp wrist between her fingers and a hollow jugular vein in his neck. She lazily jotted down the date and time, walking over to the screen on the wall and tapping away at it to notify the morgue techs in the basement of their new client.

On the television screen across the room, a news anchor warned viewers of rising tensions both within and without the country finally coming to a head. His makeup was sloppy and his eyes were reddened. As she walked out of the room, she wondered if he had been crying.

Outside, rain began to fall.