Countdown To My Death Novels & Stories

Her trembling hand reached for a marker before she began counting with her fingers. She drew a straight line toward one specific date exactly 60 days into the future. Time continued to move forward, and the brutal apocalypse had just begun its countdown. ••• The pendant light above the dining table flickered softly, reflecting Alice's restless shadow on the surface of the cold cup of coffee in front of her. Across from her, Clara sat casually while sipping her tea, completely unaware of the wave of blood and destruction looming over their future. The countdown inside Alice's mind felt increasingly deafening, exactly 60 days until the zombie apocalypse.

Her fingers hammered against the phone, the sharp tapping echoing her irritation. [Say something. Don't act like you're dead.] [If you don't want it, then return it.] Those cold, cutting words dragged me back to that bone-chilling night in the snow. I wanted to tell her that I was already dead—that I had frozen to death in the cheap down jacket she bought me. Winter in the north is brutally cold. So cold that, after failing to secure a hospital bed, I merely closed my eyes for a moment—and never opened them again.

" The urgency on the medic's face slid onto Mason's. He took half a step toward the car. Maya's voice drifted over. "Mason, there's so much blood. My chest hurts. Everything hurts. Am I going to die?" She fainted in his arms on the last word. He held her tighter. He looked over at me. "Lara. Can you give the ambulance to Maya? You're still conscious. Wait for the next one. Maya is dying." "Give it to her." The fury came up out of nowhere and ate the fear. The blood was already cold under me. In my last life, that delay had taken every chance my son ever had. It had given him cerebral palsy. He had spent his entire short life in pain because of one decision in this exact spot.

I could feel it, and I knew everyone in the room could too. It was only a matter of time before he exploded. His footsteps were slow, composed, each one echoing through the room like a countdown. A countdown to my fucking death, so I sucked in a shaky breath. This was it. I was finally going to die. Images of my parents and brother flashed through my mind like some sort of cruel goodbye. I bit my lips trying to breathe through my nose in hopes of calming myself, but it was of no use. I was shaking all over. I had barely lived, and now I was going to die. At least I was finally going to get some rest.

Cold. Everything felt cold. Not ordinary cold. The kind that seeped into bone. The kind that reminded me the apocalypse was coming faster than it should. My heels clicked sharply against the polished linoleum as Caleb and I moved through the silent corridor, the sound carrying like warning shots in the dead quiet. Inside my mind, the System countdown continued pulsing violently in deep crimson letters. [11 DAYS : 22 HOURS : 14 MINUTES] Every second felt like a knife scraping against my nerves.

“Please… come back to me.” 00:04 “Our son needs you,” I add brokenly, my forehead resting against his. “I need you.” 00:01 His breath shudders. And slowly, painfully, Alexander’s eyes open. The world freezes. The last second on the countdown burns brightly for a heartbeat longer and then … it cracks, the number splintering like fragile glass, shards dissolving into nothingness. The countdown vanishes entirely, the hum of impending destruction silenced at last. Time itself seems to halt.

Her face older now, but look same. Anna smiled sad. "And now that you remember first death, you can understand why I had to destroy everything." She raised one hand. Behind her, darkness opened like door. And other side stood Ethan Cross. His body still. Eyes closed. Red countdown appeared above head. 00:00:59 Anna smile gone. "I'm sorry, Lena." Countdown began. 00:00:58 "Because this time," Anna whispered, "Ethan is one who has to die." TO BE CONTINUED...

I detected a hint of joy in his voice and I shivered from the darkness that was Death. “When?” I repeated my question. You couldn’t cheat death, no matter what. Once you were marked to die, you would. I hated that Adrian Peters would be the one to end me. “Soon.” His laughter filled my ears again and the sudden realization hit me that I was going to die at the age of twenty. “How soon is soon?” I needed to know how much time I had left. “Where’s the fun in giving you that answer? We could always make a trade, you know. I’ll think of someone acceptable … or not.” He turned and looked towards the stairs. “You still have time to make some things right.”

The last image before I could remember was Winston signing the agreement to donate his remains. Then he was lying in our home, calmly making his last phone call. "Hello, I'm dying. You can come now." With that, he cut his wrist. "Aryanna, I'm coming for you." But I turned around and went away, not looking at him. Another tiny grave had been added to the high green hill, and that little grave sat at the foot of the hill. We would never meet again.

Accompanied by the howling wind, I thought I heard someone calling my name. I tried hard to open my eyes but could only see rocks flying past. I smiled, feeling genuinely happy. This was the perfect death I had chosen for myself. A bottomless cliff meant certain death. My body would nourish the earth. And I would never have to see Xander, Oliver, Jacob, or Asher who did not love me, ever again. [Congratulations, Host. You are about to return to your original world.]