[ WP ] We all lived and worked on the top 100 stories of a 1000 story building and we rarely went down to the ground .

We were told that over the years plants had found its way into the bottom floors and actually formed supporting roots to keep the tower from collapsing or even slanting. Either way a fog keeps us from seeing the bottom third, fueling our minds with thoughts of wild animals, contagious viruses, even hordes of zombies. 
 
 On Day One, we took to the top because of a tsunami, but after two years reports in neighboring cities have declared the water to have receded back to original levels. If Sectors 4, 5, and 7 were dry, we had to be as well. They have yet to tell us anything, and we were content with the situation after helicopter drops with food and supplies came on a regular, almost luxurious basis. 
 
 Eventually we declared rooms and areas for everyone, and we assumed the tower to be a longer term of habitation after a electromagnetic pulse shut down the elevators and short circuited the fire doors on the stairwells. Every so often a couple strong men try and break down the doors, but eventually a thunderous knock would come from down below, surely from inside the building. 
 
 After losing communication with the other cities, the airdrops stopped coming, but luckily by that time we had a nice rooftop garden that was growing with what little sunlight came each day. Eventually we will outgrow this little garden and death will be upon us. The only safe place is in the skies, but with our foundation being all that is unnatural, untamed, and unknown, we constantly want to jump just to get away from the ground itself.
