Floors

No matter how far you go up—concrete blocks. No matter how far you go down—floors. When Self-Assembly starts, the sirens begin to wail deafeningly, and the air fills with the smell of raw flesh. Escape is possible only behind hermetic doors. To eliminate any threat of penetration—such is the Party’s directive. Liquidator units fight the consequences of Self-Assembly without mercy or compassion, accepting any sacrifices. After all, even a single drop of anomalous slime means death for all living things. Somewhere deep below there is a basement that many consider a myth. When, on one of the floors, the elevator cable snaps and the cabin with children goes down, residents are strictly forbidden to do anything. But even in a world of iron laws and concrete walls, in a world where at the wrong word someone may come for you, there is a rule-breaker—ready to stake everything for a “noble” goal.