Death Date Tattoo

My name is Zac Jones.

September 16th, 2014 was my determined date of death. The current date is September 17th, 2014 and i'm still alive. There has to be a reason cause no one else has survived there death date. I mean im only 35 and im healthy, never been hospitalized, never smoked, and only drank on special occasions, plus i workout almost everyday. Its terrible that people are tattooed with there death date when there born. Sure some people say " Well atleast you were prepared and knew it was happening" but how can you actually prepare for that? How can you prepare for your own death and for the close loved ones around you? You dread every single day like i have. But now that that day has come and passed, I don't know how to feel. Im not sure on how my family is feeling. Now that i have survived im not sure on what to do next. I dont know what to expect or anything but im really scared. I called my mom and dad. I told them the good and scary news. They wanted me to come over immediately and to not stop anywhere. So on the way to my parents house I kept thinking of the best case scenario and the worst case scenario. Best case is that I live till my natural death of old age. Worst case, i drop dead at any second. When I get there i walk in and my parents are crying tears of joy and confusion. I tell my parents that i plan on going to the hospital in the morning to figure out whats wrong with me. My mom starts screaming at me not to. When i ask her why she tells me that the PC will get me. "PC?" I ask. "Yes Zacary, the PC, Population Control. Do you not know about the PC?" my mother asks. "No, i don't, Well i didnt..." I stated. " Yes Zac, and they gave you an artificial heart when you were born, like everyone else, and the date on your arm is when it gets disconnected." a moment of silence passes and we all just sit there thinking. After a while i came to the conclusion that ill just stay at my parents house till its time. After a couple of weeks i start to feel chest pains. They progressively get worse and worse every single day. After a week I am bed ridden. I lose my voice and almost all of my motor skills. Soon my sight goes as well. On October 23rd, 2014 Zacary Jones passes away in his parents upstairs bedroom at 11:14 PM. He is the only known person to ever live past his expiration date,