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BLINKERED

A simple heist. Get in, steal the device and get out. Once inside, I found the device all out in the open, easy picking, I thought. The device had no security measures. Only a single warning sign that reads: “DO NOT PRESS THE RED BUTTON”

Blinkered, I pressed the red button.

Finger still on the button and now unable to move. I could see out of my periphery, that the hands on my wristwatch had stopped. And that wrinkles and dark splotches started appearing on my own hands. My vision blurred and breathing became shallow. My teeth loosened and fell out onto my tongue and my bones fractured beneath my aging skin.

I could hear sirens in the distance and I hoped that they would find me soon.
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