I, Jack Shruger walk through the airport watching one of two watches on my wrist. Twelve minutes until takeoff. I make my way through security and sit in the waiting area. Five minutes until takeoff. Feeling satisfaction that I made it on time I checked the watch covered by my sleeve. 13 years 7 months 1 week. 7 months, how could I forget the future birth of my son. I am going to live until my son's thirteenth birthday and i was going to make it his best. Two minutes until takeoff. The plane is boarding and I am visibly excited to return home to my wife.
"Going home to someone?" A man asked when sitting down next to Me.
"I am actually. A beautiful wife who is two months pregnant." I responded resisting the urge to look at his clock.
"Well I hope you have a handsome son," the man extended a hand "I am Jacob, I am going home to family because I will die tomorrow." Jacob told Me.
"I hope you pass peacefully and surrounded by family," I had said to Jacob, trying to forget my own watch.
The plane started the engines and took off. Everyone's watch swiftly turned to 20 minutes.
20 minutes until detonation. Okay, the engines have started, we are going to take off very soon. My name is Ralph Watson and I will bring this plane down
19 minutes, it's going to be okay you made it this far.
15 minutes, almost 39,000 feet. I turn to the elderly lady next to me to talk and calm myself.
"So... you ever been on a flight before?" I ask hoping she doesn't suspect anything.
"Aww, this must be your first time on a flight," 13 minutes "I have been on many plane rides in my seventy plus years, in fact." There is a pause as she checks her watch. "Well I think you may be alone for the rest of this flight."
She turns to a flight attendant and explains that she won't make the rest of the flight. The flight attendant takes her to the back, 10 minutes.
Now that I am alone I check the briefcase under my seat and look at the device that I myself made. This will be the undoing of me and everyone here. Well that and the device under my shirt, 8 minutes.
I go to the bathroom and place the briefcase onto one of the trolleys as I leave the bathroom and head back to my seat near the front of the plane, 5 minutes.
As I reach my seat I pause and turbulence rocks the plane. I stand beside my seat, the one that will not be here in precisely 3 minutes. I turn to look at the back of the plane. Now is the time. I am ready, now.
3 minutes, a man stands up at the front of the plane yelling at the top of his lungs. I am confused at first and then I noticed that it was the man that passed me no more than 2 minutes ago. Wait where's his briefcase?
2 minutes, the man is yelling something about how this world's population is too much and that it is necessary to enact a policy of control. In a panic I check my watch.
1 minute, many others must have checked their watches too because not a second passed after I checked my watch that the screams started. The screams were of terror and worry, It'll be fine Jack I remind myself.
30 seconds, a man stands up and punches the guy in the face knocking him to the floort. As Soon as the guy hits the floor there is an explosion at the front of the plane. The force of the blast blows the door to the cockpit off its hinges and a piece of shrapnel was hurled my direction and was lodged in my chest.
0 years, 0 months, 0 weeks, 0 hours, 0 minutes and 1 second. A second explosion happens 3 feet from me from a food cart, presumably from the briefcase. The blast jerked me to the opposite side and I hit my head against the plane wall and.
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Count down
General FictionIn a world with a watch on the wrist of everyone around the world that counts down to your death, every decision counts
