[ WP ] Everyone has a reaper . The further away it is , the longer you have left to live . Every day it inches a little bit closer , but it is always there . Except yours , which disappeared three weeks ago

The game had changed. 
 
 `` This is not good for Usain Bolt! ``, Usain Bolt said to himself. 
 
 He had taken off running just like everyone else about three months ago when the reapers first appeared. It all started so suddenly. Usain was actually shopping for groceries when a faceless, floating robe suddenly materialized out of the wall. The reaper was almost completely silent as Usain watched it float gently through the banana display, wielding a scythe. The reaper stopped behind an unaware woman and drove the scythe through her midsection with a sickening thwack. Then, the reaper simply vanished as the top half of the woman - her face in careful study of peanut butter nutrition facts - permanently slid off the bottom half of her body. 
 
 `` Wow! I'd hate for that to happen to Usain Bolt!'' Usain Bolt said to himself, back then in the grocery store. 
 
 It was then in the grocery aisle that Usain saw several other reapers had appeared. He did n't need to count to see the ratio of humans to reapers was eerily even. He took a peek behind him, and saw one of the wretched forms on a vector heading straight for him! 
 
 It was at that moment, three months ago, that Usain Bolt knew what he had to do. And Usain Bolt started to run. He dashed out of the grocery store and into the parking lot. He found pandemonium awaited him outside as cars crashed and a cacophony of panic assaulted his ears. Men, women, and children were being stricken down all around him. He took a quick glance behind him and again saw his reaper. He took a deep breath, and took off. 
 
 At first, his reaper seemed to be able to fly fast enough to keep Usain from putting any real distance between them. But over time, he noticed that he was beginning to pull away. 
 
 The first few hours of running were the worst, for several reasons. The first - as you can imagine - was fear. The second was that Usain was not actually a distance runner. In fact, he rarely ran more then a few miles at a single time. Luckily, adrenaline kicked in and carried him for a brisk 6 mile run out of town and into the more uninhabited regions of his native Jamaica. 
 
 Usain Bolt figured out that he could then look back and judge the reaper's distance from him. With good visibility, he could determine the reaper was far enough away for him to stop to eat, use the bathroom, and even sleep. 
 
 So for three months, Usain Bolt had been running. He had even started to become accustomed to his new life. But at this moment, he was in distress. 
 
 `` Man oh man, this is REALLY not good for Usain Bolt!'' Usain Bolt said to himself. 
 
 Usain Bolt's reaper had simply vanished off the horizon. It just was n't there anymore. Usain had not been able to make any sense out of the event up to this point, and he really did not want to be sliced in half by some sort of demon that he could not see. 
 
 It was then that something extremely curious happened. Usain looked ahead in the distance and saw.... could that be... 
 
 `` It's an olympic medal podium! Usain Bolt's favorite place!'' Usain Bolt happily exclaimed to himself. 
 
 Usain ran to the olympic medal podium. He saw it was empty, and this made Usain quite happy. He knew he was the fastest, but the only one capable of outrunning the reapers? 
 
 Usain Bolt stepped onto the podium and bowed his head to receive his prize. He felt a presence in front of him, and he smiled in anticipation of his new gold medal. 
 
 Usain's reaper felt something internally. Something like joy as it raised it's scythe to remove this human's head from it's body. 
 
 `` This is a good day for Usain Bolt!'' was the last thing Usain Bolt was able to say to himself.
