Glitches in My Code

Time is ticking

I glance down at my wrist. "1:12:48," it says. I watch the tiny hands of the clock in my skin, moving with every second that passes. The time it says is wrong. It's neither one in the morning, nor one in the afternoon. The time it says is right. A day and a half. That's all that's left. Another day or so, a couple of hours. No biggie, right? Wrong.

The bus pulls up to the side of the road, and I stand up from the bench. I glance back down at my wrist for only a moment, but I stop in my tracks.

"No... This can't be happening! Not now!" I curse under my breath, raising my eyes to the sky. I look back down at my wrist for only a moment, to make sure I'm not just seeing things. "0:00:01," it reads. 

I step onto the bus, looking around for an empty seat. I spot the last one and sit as quickly as I can, adrenaline flooding my veins. The bus doors begin to close, but a haggard man runs up before the bus can start moving. The driver opens the door, looking more than a little annoyed. The man rushes onboard and drops into the seat next to me, flashing me a slight grin. He lets out a tired sigh and glances at his wrist, where a beat-up watch sits next to the clock underneath his skin. Only one hand moves between the two watches, and I watch as the man's eyes widen, jumping from his wrist to me and back again. I look at my own wrist, and my breath hitches. Mine says the same thing as his.

"0:00:00."