[ WP ] The world is covered in sprawling skyscrapers with the richest living at the top and the poorest towards the bottom . One day the poor attack and take refuge higher up , claiming to be fleeing an unknown threat located on the ground and slowly moving up

The people had come in waves at first, squished into elevators *definitely* not made to fit them all. They did n't have pitchforks or flaming torches, although I could have sworn I saw one of them had a dinner fork stuck in his leg. 
 
 Now, they were ransacking fridges, kicking down doors, taking whatever they could find. 
 
 Way up, where the chaos was minimal, the Sarah Jefferson were barricading themselves in. I say `` barricading'' in the sense that they were checking their doors were locked and cowering in the corner hoping their demise is n't as torturous as they'd heard shouts of from the people that had passed in corridor ten minutes prior. They were new to this, as was everyone with homes above floor 50. 
 
 Sarah was now frantically searching craigslist for someone who would sell them a gun. There were n't many, but it only made sense that the people who *were* carrying would keep it to themselves. the guards carried weapons, but what use were they when they were on the side of the horde? 
 
 She was in quite a foul mood, as you can imagine. Nothing spoils a day like a violent insurrection. The younger of her two children, Andy, had been at playschool two floors down when the reports had come in. It was a damn shame he had to die, but there was no way in hell she was going to go down there! 
 
 Two floors down, Andy was wandering the halls unsupervised after his teacher had run off unexpectedly due to receiving a text that had obviously alarmed her. Why was everyone running past him? What were those alarms for? 
 
 As he rounded a corner, elevators 6A and 6B came into view to his right. 
 
 `` Ding!'' went the elevator. 
 
 [ It's my first time writing fiction, so it's not great, but it's a start! ] 

