I woke, my head groggy and spinning, my eyes having trouble adjusting to the dim light. I wondered what had woken me, but through ringing ears, I heard it: A loud distinctive beep every second.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
It drilled my head in. I mentally forced my eyes to focus, and when they did, I realised I was in the back seat of a car. I searched angrily for the disturbance of my sleep.
There. On the steering wheel: A small, rectangular, red screen that read 2:18 with tiny hundredths that my eyes couldn't catch. My brow furrowed in confusion, but though I searched, I couldn't find any memory that would explain how I got here or what that timer was for.
Bomb, some strange voice provided, letting me do the connections and confirm the voice's suspicions. I scrambled back, into the leather seat, panic gripping me and freezing me, my fear being expressed with an outburst of tears. "I'm not ready to die," I sobbed, trembling.
I scrambled over to the side door, pulling at the door lock-but dread gripped me when I failed to unlock the door, even though I expected it. Banging on the window, I noticed I was in a neighbourhood, the sun setting. "Help! Get me out of here! HELP!"
My voice resonated around the cabin. I searched the street through the windows of my prison. "SOMEONE!"
Beep, beep, beep…
I looked back at the timer: 1:17
Tears lurched up my throat, horror constricting and suffocating me. Hastily crawling towards the timer, I pulled hard at the screen, wrestling with the black wires. Nothing.
I cried out in despair, staring hopelessly at the timer counting down my death. I'd seen too many Hollywood productions to know that.
"I'm sorry, Gildery," I muttered, the name jumping forward, making itself suddenly known. "I'm sorry."
Still, desperation was high, and I pulled back at the handle, the driver's door opening.
I turned to the screen, red numbers counting down in milliseconds.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Frozen on the seat, scared and horrified, I listened to the death song. And an inferno - a fireball of heat and my scream of terror - erupting into the sky, consumed me.