[ WP ] & [ MP ] Prior to their death , everyone receives a two-minute warning .


 
 
 There is a faint buzzing in my ear, it culminates in that feeling of dread, the one that keeps you from getting on the train, or stops you from crossing the street as a car careens through the intersection. But this was more tangible. I can feel the imminence in it. This is the warning. This is the end, do they even know? 
 
 The normalcy around me is infuriating. Blue skies, green grass. It hardly seems fair. 90 seconds. Why me? I do n't want to go. I do n't want to go! The sun is so pretty today. 75 seconds. I wish I did n't know. I never thought I would want to be surprised until I was n't. Why do they get to stay? WHY? 
 
 Wait, look. Look in their eyes, they hear it too. Women, men, children, all with their ears cocked. They hear it too. There is a lie in the buzzing. This is n't a shower, is it? Such a beautiful day. We all shuffle hopefully into the shower room, but as the doors close, and the gas begins to dispense, we all know the truth of that sound. 5 seconds left...
