NanoGramo I

NanoGramo-A Company that makes small things. Their building is on high ground. A storm blows in, and the first several stories are flooded. There are over 1,000 people in this huge flat. There are limited supplies and resources. Help is estimated twelve months away. The people who are the fittest will survive ' but what about the others?

It started off just like any other day. The workers got up. As usual. They went to the giant building on Mon'rars hill. As usual. They went in, and started to work. In their hundreds. As usual. However by mid-morning, the huge purple storm clouds rolled in. Thunder rumbled ominously, when it started to rain, and water quickly built up. It rained for hours. Suddenly, the door collapsed under the pressure and this precious, life-giving clear liquid took the lives of seventy-three staff as it flooded the first story. And that, was just the beginning.

Very soon, the second story went underwater. The bottom stories were being evacuated, so only three staff died. The whole city had drowned. Fish played among the ruins and were eaten. The predators themselves were eaten, and even the top fish were eventually eliminated by a gang of giant squid. The power for the building upon Mon'rars hill suddenly failed. The NanoGramo representatives were in that lone lift, falling, falling until they hit the water where it exploded. The blast erased the second to third floor barrier so the water crept up silently to fill up the three stories. The water, however, did not possess the strength to crush the basement, so when it does, the people in there are doomed, and so is the building. The manager of the building heard the last thing crackle through the radio: " estimate twelve months for hel-" and it went dead. At the same time, the rain stopped. The building (nicknamed Mon'rars flat) breathed a sigh of relief- and yet another window imploded due to pressure. That, is how it began.