I went down to floor 58 on a dare. I live on 333 for reference. Did you know that it's freezing cold down there? There's hoarfrost on the walls from the breath of the deep denizens. It's deadly silent too. I could hear my heart beat in the back of my head as I got closer, clutching my 10/22 close. The only thing I heard after floor 96 was a leaky pipe, I had to sing show tunes to myself to keep away the madness. Dark as well, I brought a lantern or I wouldn't be able to make it past 80 or so. I couldn't muster the courage to go beyond 58. There was a maggot-encrusted corpse on the floor, another, fresher corpse had its teeth buried in it's chest. I screamed and ran all the way up to 75 before I could find an elevator that worked. I could hear something behind me so I shot off a 10-round mag into the darkness. I heard shuffling away from me after the last round was gone, followed by the drip of blood. I'm all sore now from running, It feels worse than when I fell 5 floors down after I drank too much near the window. I told my friend that dared me to go kill himself.
P.S. whoever is 8 or so floors above me stop fucking trying to hit those geese flying south. You're not gonna fucking get one.