Suddenly, the lights begin to flicker.
Then with a zip, the entire building blacks out.
Chaos erupts on the 30th floor.
People screaming and shouting.
The sounds of running. The feeling of being pushed.
Wait, I'm falling...?
An arm wraps itself around my middle and bodily lifts me.
I nearly scream myself but a hand muffles my voice.
I feel myself settled into a pair of arms and carried.
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The 31st Floor (Cellphone Novel)
Teen FictionA tall building with 32 stories. The elevator takes you up slowly. Floor numbers light up as you ascend. 29... 30... 32... Wait... where's 31? [Written in 2013; originally published on textnovel]
