890 hours... 765 hours and 43 minutes... I looked to the person that walked past me, going to cross the road, seeing his time. A solemn expression on my face, as I saw his countdown. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... With that, he was dead. A truck came screeching to his figure, body flying a few meters from the impact, limbs no longer intact, his blood soon forming a crimson puddle underneath him. I looked at his chest, seeing the numbers 00:00, blinking a few times, then the numbers were gone, just like his life. He was going to die, she is going to die, everyone around me is going to die, and I can see it very well, because... Everyone is on countdown.