Death Progress Bar Novels & Stories

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

… The skies finally calmed down on the sixth day, but ominous clouds continued to hover overhead. The roads were covered in warped steel bars. Cars, streetlights, and barricades were stuck together thanks to the magnets, forming massive mountains of metal. The entire city was in ruins. Just then, my phone vibrated. The system had sent a notification. "There are only ten minutes left before the conclusion of the second stage. Activating the in-game livestream function." No one spoke in the group chat. There were only three players left—me, Frank, and Riley. I had 1,500 points while Frank and Riley each had 1,400 points.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

I’m so, so sorry. ​I hit Enter. ​The room erupted in a high-pitched, electronic shriek. The glass-fiber needles above Julian flared with a blinding, white light. Julian’s body arched in the chair, his veins standing out like cords in his neck as the first wave of data hit his nervous system. ​"The progress bar!" Silas shouted, pointing at the screen. "It’s moving! 20%... 40%..." ​I wasn't looking at the progress bar. I was looking at the sub-directory I’d just opened.

Seventy. Eighty. She was barely breathing. Ninety. Ninety five. Then. The indicator stopped. Not at a hundred. At ninety seven percent. The progress bar frozen at ninety seven with the particular quality of something that had encountered an obstacle rather than completed a process. She stared at it. [ERROR] [DATA PACKAGE: PARTIALLY CORRUPTED] [RECOVERABLE CONTENT: 61%] [UNRECOVERABLE CONTENT: 39%] [LOADING RECOVERABLE CONTENT NOW]

SURVIVAL MILESTONE ACHIEVED REWARD AUTHORIZED Kai frowned immediately. "Oh, that's definitely a trap." Noah pointed at the screen. "Why does reward sound threatening?" The next words appeared. THREE EXTRA LIFE MEDALS GRANTED Even Jax looked surprised. The message continued. EACH PLAYER HAS BEEN AWARDED THREE RESURRECTIONS UPON DEATH: LIFE CONSUMED UPON LOSS OF ALL LIVES: PERMANENT ERASURE USE THEM WISELY Above every player's head, glowing numbers appeared.

"Stay here." Rodriguez again. Breathless. "He went down before completing the final code sequence. We're at ninety percent deletion. The last sequence is incomplete." "How much is left?" "Unknown. We don't know what he was entering. We don't have the final codes. If he dies before completing it, the remaining files stay intact. And the deadman's switch is still active." Static. Voices overlapping. Medical commands. Then silence. Rodriguez spoke quietly. "His heart stopped. They're working on him."

CELLULAR DECAY: 2% PER DAY. "She is dying, Jack," the Executor said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "The ice stopped the flow, but her core is shattered. Without a 'Reconstruction Chamber'—which only we possess—she will be nothing more than a beautiful corpse in fifty days." Jack felt the strength drain from his legs. He could fight monsters. He could fight gravity. But he couldn't fight time. "What do you want?" Jack asked. The fight left his voice, replaced by the desperate rasp of a man who had run out of options.

The night Agnes died. I plugged my flash drive into the port and initiated the d******d. The progress bar appeared. 10%. 20%. My breath came shallow. 40%. Every sound outside made my nerves scream. 60%. And then, I heard it. Faint footsteps echoed faintly down the hall. Shit.! 80%. I stared at the screen, willing it faster. 90%. The footsteps grew closer and louder. 100%. “Yes,” I breathed. I yanked the flash drive out and slipped out of the room just as the door opened behind me.