Thunder boomed in the night sky as rain poured down in the neighborhood. A young woman slowly stumbled down the middle of the road of what was once a peaceful neighborhood. Rivets of blood ran down her face as she limped forward step by step. Her right hand clutched her left arm as the twisted elbow sent waves of nauseating pain through her body with every second. Her eyes were glassy from the concussion she suffered when her apartment exploded not too long before. Broken glass crunched under her bare feet ad she passed by screaming people. There were bodies everywhere and people ran in the opposite direction, desperate to escape. There would be none.
A man leaped from a shattered coffee shop to her left to land in front of her. His bright blue skin pulled nauseatingly to her sight as he grinned harshly. Full of wrinkles and strange tattoos, the alien invaders all mostly looked like the one who stood before her. Superficially, they looked like humans, though that would only be at a first glance. Sarah stared up at the man who she knew would kill her and just couldn’t muster the energy to care. She was already going to die. Her body just hadn’t realized it yet.
He reached an eight clawed hand out to grasp her skull, but before he could reach her, blood spurted out the side of his head as a gunshot rang out. There standing to the right was a tall human man in a costume with a revolver in his hand. He was dressed in white spandex and wore a black visor over his eyes. His muscular body was on full display in the tight heroic clothes. He wore black skin tight spandex shorts shaped in that special way heroes seemed to like to wear. There was a stylized EM on his chest.
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It looked a bit like this. His appearance to the scene meant nothing to the girl, so sure she was of her death. What did an extra minute mean to her? “Hey miss, are you okay? It’s dangerous here!” Spoke the hero, Everyman. He sounded tired, more than anything else. When Saint Portside was being destroyed and all your friends and family are dying besides you, she guessed anyone would seem tired. She could also see Everyman just down the road, helping an old man get back on his feet. She was sure he was all over town, to be honest. It was his super power. The special ability to be in every probable location he needed to be in. If he could walk to a kitten stuck in a tree and save it, he would be there. If a bank robbery was happening down the block, he could be there at the same time. As long as any location was within a probability of having been near him, he could be there. It was probability manipulation taken to the extreme.
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More of the aliens surrounded him. She could see multiple aliens surrounding the copy by the old man as well. She realized every version of him was being surrounded. The invasion was focusing on him now. Everywhere he could he was saving the city. It wouldn’t be enough. Every possible place he could have been in was being rounded up. She watched as he reached towards her, his eyes wide and panicked behind the visor. “You need… Run!” He shouted as she stood there. He shot one alien and then another, but eventually they pulled him down with his arms behind his back. Helpless tears pooled in his eyes as he watched the same fate happen to Sarah. He didn’t know her. She was nobody. But he was a hero. The broken girl cared little as the aliens slammed her head into the concrete road. She cared little as they stomped on the skull of Everyman until it burst open like a ripe watermelon. She cared little as they laughed and laughed as every probable situation that could be was the death of Everyman. She cared little as she died.
Sarah Lester woke up the next morning, tears pouring from her eyes as she lay in bed. It was a beautiful morning, she could see from out her window in her intact apartment in the middle of Saint Portside. She had one month to prepare for her death. Just like every other time she had ever died.
After all, that was Sarah’s power. She was a superhero too. She never wore a costume, or told anyone. She always pretended she was no one special. She knew people would take advantage of her if they knew. If they knew that, when she was hit by a car at the age of 8, she woke up a month prior and managed to avoid going out that day. If they knew that, when murdered in a bank robbery at the age of 12, she woke up one month prior and reported a possible bank robbery on that day and saved everyone in that bank. If they knew all the other times she died and came back a month before every accident.
Sarah had a choice. The entire planet was going to be invaded in one month. She was the only one who knew. She was the only one who could stop this. All she had was this crazy power, and One Month to Live.