Runway to Survival: 6 Hours at the Airport
During a long holiday, my husband booked flights for a family vacation.
On the way to the airport, I suddenly saw numbers appearing on everyone’s head.
The numbers on my husband’s head indicated sixty years, but my parents and I had only six hours indicated on our heads.
While I was puzzled over the meaning of those numbers, I noticed that the driver next to us only had six seconds indicated over his head through the car window.
Five… Four… Three… Two… One.
When the number turned zero, a massive truck immediately rammed into the car next to us.
I saw flickers of fire, flesh and blood exploding before my eyes. People were screaming for help, but I could not hear anything. I trembled as cold sweat drenched my entire body.
It was because my flight would be taking off in six hours.