"Goodbye," she whispered into the chilly air. Drawing a last ragged breath, she let her eyes flutter closed for the last time. The fate of the world rests in seven unwilling hands. They hadn't asked for this, not any of this. Not their deaths, not their afterlives, not for Time to stop ticking. Watch closely. Walk carefully. Listen with open ears. And you might just survive. ~ 1st draft ~ formely 'After' - started: 8/7/17 [slow updates]