[ WP ] The mega office buildings of the future have grown so huge that a nomadic people developed who travel from office wing to wing , subsisting on leftover doughnuts , birthday cakes , and pizza parties .

`` Get to the Hard Drive Fields, and do n't stop for nothin'. I'm much older and slower than you, so just get your ass there, and hide. I'll be there as soon as I can.'' Avi whispers to his grandson. 
 
 Six o'clock sends a rush of darkness and silence through the halls like a wave of death as the fluorescents kick off simultaneously. Avi's young grandson Karl had n't been living here a full year. He had not yet witnessed the chaos of the post-Christmas party delirium. Young Karl was not aware that his grandfather stored food throughout the frozen cooling tanks in the underground fields, and Karl had not gone hungry, so he was not aware of the desperation that hunger brings. 
 
 The wave of darkness hits them, and Karl is sure he could feel it hit his skin. That feeling would dissipate as a much heavier rumbling bounces around in his chest. It is the pitter patter of feet weighed down by the fury of survival. Karl looks out of the Xerxes Toner Printer door he and his grandfather call home to witness a swarm of more hall dwellers stamping down their hall, B-Street. 
 
 `` Go Karl! Now! Run as fast as you can! Grab all you can! I will do my best to hold them off!'' Avi screams over the rumbling. 
 
 Karl takes off down the hall, his tote bags bouncing on all sides of him on their oversized leather straps, full of space reserved for party scraps. His thick rubber shoes squeak on the linoleum tiles, which reminds him of the year he spent at a real school, and he played kickball with other kids his age. He would n't realize how much he enjoyed that until it was gone. Now here he is, running up the corporate ladder hoping to catch a few crumbs. 
 
 Upon reaching the end of the hall, Karl takes a quick look back to see his grandfather standing in the middle of the hall with his arms spread wide. Someone clips his left shoulder at top speed, dislocating it immediately. Even over the yelling, Karl hears his grandfather's screams as he is battered like a rag-doll, slowing a humble fifteen maniacal nomads. Not enough to matter. Karl turns back and pushes the door opened. It is now that he realizes his journey from here on out may be full of trials and tribulation, but he also knows the importance of what it means to survive. 
 
 `` Here we go...''
