When the Clock Strikes Two – Prologue

We run either due to anxiety or due to fear. Neal was running because of both. It was not because of the sirens, circling red lamps or the guns behind him. He was anxious of the ticking clock and he felt the needles were moving too fast than he had expected. ’This will be the last’ Neal remembered his promise to himself.  The traffic chose to be hectic than ever on that fine day which made it worse for him, though it helped in keeping the police away from him. He looked at his watch. He realised he had only few more minutes left. Neal took out the gun from his back and checked if it’s loaded as he had got close to the destination. BHAM! Suddenly he felt huge blow on his frontal lobe. His vision started to fade with the sight of a  man in police uniform grabbing him.

After a couple of minutes he woke up and found himself inside a police jeep. Loud screams were coming from the east direction. The air was filled with thick smoke and dust. People were running to the direction from where the screams came from. He realised his hands were cuffed. He knew the way to loose himself out of them, but it seemed no point in doing so. He realised that it’s over. He gave out a huge cry, which no one heard, and closed his eyes.

Outside, a little east to him a huge pile of smokes and fire were rising from a market place. There were bodies lying everywhere and people running around it. A 3-year old child, covered with dust, cried in the corner that was hardly noticed by anyone. Only some were found in sane shape but most of them were neither moving nor breathing. Those who could move used every last bit of their energy for someone to come and save them. Only fewer were noticed. Fire fighters found it hard to walk between the burnt bodies that covered most of the area. Even harder was it to see through the huge pile of black and grey smoke-filled air. Nearly hundred people died in the blast and many more were left injured for the fate to play cruel games.

Your life is the sum of all dots in time and space you live in.

(To be continued)