The End

As I run, my heart races and my breaths come in short bursts. I feel alive, but also completely lost. What was once a simple existence, knowing when I would die and preparing for that moment, has now been shattered. I don't know who to trust, what is real, or what my future holds. The world is a vast and scary place, and I am just one small person in it.

As I pass by people on the street, I wonder if they know the truth. Do they have their own secrets, their own fears? Or am I the only one in this world who is facing the unknown? My mind races with questions, but I know that I have to focus. I have to find a place to hide, a place where I can gather my thoughts and make a plan.

I turn down a small alley and press myself against the wall, trying to catch my breath. The sounds of the city fade away, and I am left with only the pounding of my heart in my ears. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. I need to think clearly, to be rational. I need to figure out what to do next.

I pull out my phone and start to search for information. I look for news articles, for anything that might give me a clue as to what is happening. But all I find are stories about people who have died, who have peacefully passed away on their predetermined dates. There is nothing to suggest that anything is wrong, that anything is out of the ordinary.

I start to feel a sense of panic rising in my chest. Am I crazy? Am I imagining all of this? But then I remember the nurse, the locked door, the pills. I know that something is wrong, and I know that I have to keep moving.

I stand up and start to run again, my feet pounding the pavement. I don't know where I am going, but I know that I have to keep moving forward. I have to find answers, and I have to stay alive. This is the first day of the rest of my life, and I have no idea what it holds. But I am determined to face it head-on, no matter what comes my way.