A Fraction of Time

Synopsis:
Welcome to Tempus. A place were everyone, human and creature alike are born with a timer across their wrist. Much like the display of a digital clock the numbers countdown until they hit zero. What happens when they hit zero? A multitude of possibilities, but the right one is never what it seems to be.

Excerpt: (from a much later part)
A slight burning sensation started in my wrist, slowing travelling up my arm until it spread to the rest of my body and increased in "heat". Glancing down to where the usual red block like numbers stared back at me, was six zeros, each pair separating by a colon, flashed almost angrily against my pale skin. The pain made sense now, my time had run out, looks like it is the moment of truth. Taking a deep breath, placing one foot in front of the other, closing the distance. I was mimicked, by a shadow across from me, each step increasing the burning in my nerves.