[ WP ] You are living in a world where you gain 1 hour of life or `` time '' when you kill someone . You realize you have 10 minutes left .

It had been three weeks since I saw my last human. The numbers are dwindling down and I have enough ammunition to kill for the next 20 years. I made a pact with my neighbor. His name is Ralph. He's a good guy, originally from New York City, smokes cigarettes in his garage with posters of the Sopranos and Yankees covering the walls. Sometimes when he would catch an extra squirrel, he would bring it over. We were both around the same age, fifty something, we had lost count. The separate houses were ideal for privacy and I never really trusted the guy... Ralph seemed like an honorable man, but always had an eerie air about him. 
 I was eating breakfast when I realized I only had ten minutes left to live. Knocking over my glass of orange juice, I sprinted outside with my rifle and knife, and tried to start my car. Dead. My bike was rusted away at this point. I sat in the driveway thinking for five minutes of my options, when I suddenly hear a knock on my window. It's Ralph. 
 
 `` Hey, where you going Buddy? Getting some food for me? It's been a while since you brought home anything better than a sparrow,'' he joked. 
 
 `` Yeah I've been hungry for some venison for months now,'' I replied. 
 
 `` Must be from other hunters, I have n't seen any myself. If you get one, throw me a leg, alright?'' he joked as he turned around to walk back up his driveway. 
 
 I did n't want to, but time was running out. He was a great friend for years, but I wanted to live. I lifted my rifle at him as he turned around. 
 
 `` Good luck out th... hey what are you doing?'' he said. 
 
 `` I'm sorry... I only have two minutes left,'' I exclaimed with tears in my eyes. 
 
 `` That's alright. I've only got five minutes myself. Sorry,'' Ralph said as he quickly pulled on me. 
 
 `` I'm so sorry. I need to live. You were a good friend.'' Ralph cried. `` I ca n't keep killing people. It's been decades of this...'' 
 
 A final shot echoed throughout the empty neighborhood as his body hit the paved driveway. 
 

