found drama

The buildings are sinking. Not collapsing. Sinking. The ground beneath them becomes liquid. It does not melt, it simply… stops being solid. And so the buildings begin to sink. Almost everyone is able to escape in time. Leaving everything behind, and fleeing quickly across the skyway. There are a few that didn’t make it and you watch in horror as the skyway bends down (the building itself becoming liquid now) and your friends fall down the up-turned rooms into up-turned hallways, plummeting into the echo of their own screams. Nevertheless, you pull some of them to safety as they cling to the ledge. But you ponder just how little time it will take before the ground beneath you turns liquid again.

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