[ WP ] You die if your phone runs out of battery

It had been such a long day. 
 
 Work in itself had been bad enough. I would n't be surprised if the office printer had become self-aware and was currently planning my gruesome death. As much as I had abused it today, I probably deserved it. Good thing inanimate objects does n't really care about what you do to them. Or, of course, what they do to you. 
 
 I had been to preoccupied to notice the first warning; the special telltale buzz that signified my phone now being below 20 % battery. It was n't too bad, it would still last a couple of hours, at least. 
 
 After work James had picked me up, but instead of going home as planned, he started gushing about the amazing sales they were having at the mall, due to the 10th anniversary of it's opening. I could clearly see what he was hinting at, and, against my better judgement, I suggested that'we go take a look'. And so we did - James dragging me to every store with big flashing yellow'sale' signs. 
 
 It was first when we left the mall, sitting in the car on the way home, that I saw the 5 % battery flash on my phone. My heart skipped a beat; it was fine though. As it was these days, everyone always carried around a powerbank. But alas, when I ruffled through my backpack, there was no sign of it.'Damn it', I thought. I must have left it at home. I considered asking to borrow James', but it seemed silly for him to have to dig through seven bags to find that now, and it would also be embarassing and make me seem so childish. No responsible or even remotely organized person would let their phone get this low. 
 We were close to home, anyway. I glanced nervously at my phone. 4 %. 
 
 
 I could feel the minutes ticking by as we passed the cornfield that I lived next to, and then came to a halt on my driveway. We said out goodbyes - me a bit quicker than usual. Probably James would get upset about it and call me to ask if everything was alright later. But later was fine. Another glance at my phone told me I needed to hurry. I was running out of power - and time. 
 
 I could hear James departing behind me, as I shakily but hastily tried to unlock my door. When has it been this hard fitting a key into a lock? I spared another glance and my phone, which I was cluthing in my hand. 3 %.. 
 
 
 Running into my bedroom as I finally managed to get through the front door, still cluthing the phone, I reached for the charger at my nightstand. Plugged it in. Phew. I took a deep breath - I had made it. That was getting way too close for comfort. 
 
 But something was wrong. 
 
 I looked in horror as my phone did not respond. No green light started glowing. No confirmating buzz of'yes, I am being charged'. I switched the contact on the wall on an off several times in panic; nothing. I unplugged and re-plugged my phone. Still nothing. Fuck. 
 
 
 Adrenaline now pumping through my system like fire, I grabbed my phone and ran out in the street.'Maybe I can still catch James', I though - but when I made it out onto the street, his blue Honda was nowhere to be seen. I cursed myself - why did I live so far away from everything, again? If I ran, then maybe, just maybe, I could make it to my nearest neighbour. 
 
 I broke into a sprint down the road, sweating from panic and fear. And then I felt it. My phone buzzed. I stopped and looked at it, heart sinking. It was flashing an empty battery, buzzing one last time before the screen turned black. 0 %.
