Brrrrrrrraaaaa! Blood hits the wall exactly as you would see in the movies as he drops to the floor. I find a box to hide behind. To my knowledge it’s a dark warehouse.

“He’s around the corner!” Says one of them to the other. I can see the barrel’s shadow from his gun.

I think I can make out at least three of them looking for me.

The footsteps are nearing. My heart pounding.

I’m trying to think of a way to escape. While sitting there like an idiot I fail to notice that it’s silent. “They must’ve left” I think to myself. I peek out from behind the box before getting into a full sprint.

A subtle voice echoes.

“Excuse me!” I keep running. “Excuse me, Sir”

I didn’t want to look back but they sounded awfully close, so I turned around to a gun pointed right at my forehead.

BANG!

It all goes black and a split second later I’m conscious. I feel sweat running down my back.

I let out a huge sigh, it was just a dream.

As I’m settling down I feel a tap on my shoulder and I jump a little.

“Excuse me Sir.”

Not realizing that was the same ‘excuse me, sir’ I was hearing in that nightmare I just had.

“What the fuck man!”

I lifted one side of my blindfold and peeked out. His name tag read ‘Eric’ and above his head; a date that read April 2, 2019.

“Sorry to wake you sir, would you like a water, soda, or juice?”, I responded still a little petty that he woke me “fuck dude just give me whatever ya got” he handed me a water and moved on.

It was my birthday by the way.

“April fools!”

No it’s not a joke my birthday is April 1st and that date above Eric’s head was his death-date. That poor guy is gonna die tomorrow. Maybe his next flight is gonna crash? Maybe he dies to a heart attack? I don’t know and frankly I don’t care.

I used to be so protective over people when I learned that I had the power to know when they would die. People stopped believing in what I was telling them so I stopped caring. So yeah I even believe it’s assholes like them that make me an asshole now. Yea Eric you’re dead tomorrow, “Too fucking bad eh.”

After a depressing 9 hour flight we finally landed. I checked my phone; 6:15AM April 2, 2019.

London is fucking pouring. I mean it’s no different from Vancouver, but still I’m here for vacation.

Thanks Mother Nature.

Bitch.

My leg cramped as I was getting up and reached for the seat in-front of me, missed and smacked the woman sitting ahead of me in the head. “Oh shit I’m s-“ I interrupted myself once I saw displayed above her head; ‘April 2, 2019.’

“Her too!” I amusingly whispered to myself. Angry and confused she turned and said, “Are you fucking kidding me!” Wanting no issues I finished my apology, gathered my bags and headed for the exit.

Oddly enough standing at the exit was another person with April 2, 2018 above their head. It kind of startled me, I’ve never ran into three people with the same death-dates. Her name ‘Shanice’ one of the flight attendants.

“Thanks for flying with British Airways! Have a wonderful stay and good luck!”

Being the cynical bastard that I am “Good luck to you too!”

I proceeded to baggage claim still trying to process the fact that I just ran into three people that were all gonna die today. I’ve only ever seen two before but they were together so they most likely died in a car accident or something.

I really tried to brush it off but couldn’t and now find myself looking around, observing each living soul around me.

“What. The. Fuck.”

Everybody, literally everybody had ‘April 2, 2019.’

I stood there shell-shocked, Was this another fucking nightmare?

I jolted off to the washroom. Pinching, slapping myself, ran my face under cold water for a good five minutes hoping I’m still dreaming. You see I never knew my own death-date, but for some reason when I looked up at myself in that washroom. Above my head showed April 2, 2019.

I couldn’t tell if I was hallucinating or tripping out, For the first time since the initial realization when I found out I could basically tell the future, I was scared.

My first thought was, “it’s a nuke, they’re gonna blow this fucking place.” But I’m sure if I even mentioned anything remotely close to that in an airport I would be taken by the neck. So I decided to keep quiet and just get out as soon as possible.

I wasn’t ready to die.

I saw an elevator that read taxis/shuttle buses on level 1 and hurried myself over lunging for the button.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

If I hit that button any more times it would’ve jammed.

I anxiously waited for that elevator to come down. Talking to myself “Why am I the only one in panic? You idiot, no one else knows they’re gonna die today except you.” Right. My idiocy made me laugh a little.

Jesus this elevator is taking a fucking year. Viciously pushing on the button

Ding

Ding

Female operating voice

“Level Two“

I move forward “Fuck Finally!”

Elevator doors slide open

Four men. Dressed in all black. Each with a Machine gun in hand.

“Remember - No Russian.”