The Clocktower in the Centre of the Island

5998 days ago, I was born. In 2 days I’ll die. That day being my 6000th one alive. Although it’s not just me who’ll die, everyone will. In 2 days, everyone will die. It's a bit hard to believe, but when you are born atop a leaning clock tower, holding a countdown shown by a mechanical flip clock as to how many days are left of humanity, it's a bit hard to just ignore. I say humanity, but there really aren't many who've even made it to see these last days. My dad died before I could meet him, while my mother killed herself once the clock passed 1000. She is unforgivable, an absolutely disgusting woman. One of the few people I truly detest. Even if she was still alive, if I had the knowledge I have now, I wouldn't be able to even look at her. While I feel this way, there are few who don't. One of them being my sister. Born 5498 days ago, she is exactly 500 days younger than I am. To be fair, if it wasn't for her, I likely wouldn't have made it past 1000 either... Thankfully in that timeline, she wouldn’t be there to hate me for it. This is the only world that matters, well, only for the next 2 days that is. Then there will be nothing to matter, no matter, nothing. There are a few more apart from us survivors who have managed to also make it to these final days. One being an old fisherman, who provides, well- fish. In all my days living here, I'm not sure if I've seen him doing anything other than fishing. The fish that live here; I would argue, aren't even that tasty. Then again, what would I know? I'm not even sure of how many days he has lived. Perhaps even he himself doesn't know. It is common for people to forget things here. When there are very few people to pass messages through, eventually every last person would forget. I would give you an example, but that isn’t really possible when all the examples to be given have been forgotten. Last time I counted how many people were alive was at the 100 day mark. There were only 9 people still around back then, but it's been almost another 100, so they likely could all be dead. Another quirk of this island are the naming schemes. Since there have never been more than 20 people alive on this island at once, all of our names are single letters. Mine happens to be M, the thirteenth letter in the alphabet, making me barely fit into the first half. My sister on the other hand, is Y. She is actually the youngest here. There was once a Z, but only for 5 days at most. They died very shortly after being born. If I remember correctly, the fisherman's name is C. The other 6 people I believe include F, N, P, R and maybe G? Perhaps it was T. Either way, everyone here seems to react to the clock very differently. Some panic, trying to find any salvation for a chance at survival. F and R have spent the past 200 or so days building a bunker of sorts. In my opinion they should’ve started the moment they could walk, but that might be a bit extreme. Really though, what could they get done in only 200 days? Maybe if the world ends with a small explosion they would be fine, but I don't think the way the remaining crumbs of humanity would be sucked up, would be by a firework. Although that would be pretty neat. My guess is that the entire island is going to be eviscerated in an instant, maybe by something outside. Something in the sky, beyond our reach. I remember hearing from C that someone had drowned in the ocean trying to escape the island itself. They weren't even well equipped for the task, they were still wearing their heavy protective clothing. They must've sank like a rock. I wonder if C could fish in the body. Considering it's the second last day of the world, he probably wouldn't want to waste his time with it. Especially now there is almost none to spare. Then again, what’s the worst that could happen from trying? It’s not like there will be any time for there to be consequences. There will be nothing.