Zique's obsidian eyes widened. "W-What date is today?"

Damion took out his phone, looking down at it. "It's the twenty fifth..."

"The...The...The twenty fifth?" Zique breaths shortened, his hands clenching by his sides. "The twenty fifth?"

"What?" Damion asked. "Is it...it couldn't really be today...is it?"

Gabe shook his head, shifting in his seat. "No, it's the twenty seventh...two days. We have...no he has two days."

"Two days left for what?" Kiara asked.

"Two days left to live."

"What