You're stuck in an office building, 27th floor, no electricity, no places to hide, and no places to run. What happened? Let's rewind.
You're on the 27th floor, cubicle on the far west side of the business department, working away at a presentation that your boss wants by 3 PM, sharp. You hear the elevator ding, and you look up to see a couple men dressed in black suits and various coloured ties walk out. You shrug as you sweep your gaze around the office floor before you get back to work.
To your left, you see the office building across the street. Being on the 27th floor, you don't worry about seeing much to distract you from your work: all you can see is the clear blue sky. You notice some storm clouds rolling in from far off, but you don't worry too much because you'll be at home before the storm hits, at least, according to the weather forecast. Not like you can trust those things.
In front of your cubicle, you see the elevator and what you essentially call the "gateway" into the fiery depths of hell that your job can be. But you need the money so you drag your feet through those gates every day early morning; you could say you're more than glad to look up from your cubicle from time to time to look at who comes and goes through the elevator, mostly wishing it was you leaving and not others.
Finally, to your right, you see the maze of cubicles that make up the rest of the office. You like having your own little corner on the far side of the floor because it gives you a sense of privacy, as well as the ability to scan the crowd once in a while, seeing who's up to what. Right now, it just seems like the daily hubbub, so you finally look back to your desk to continue working on that presentation.
Out of the corner of your procrastinating eye, you see the men in suits walk towards the centre of the maze of cubicles, talking quietly into their cellphones. You assume they have business with your boss: he seems to have visitors almost daily. Probably complaining about some new policy or something. You don't notice anything strange.
Until one of them pulls out a gun.
You do a double take and glance over quickly, trying not to bring any attention to yourself. You quickly duck down again into the safety of your cubicle. You definitely saw a gun. After your heart stops attempting to burst out of your chest, you quietly glance over the top of your cubicle. It seems like they haven't done anything yet. Even so. It's a gun. The fact that they're still talking away quietly into their cellphones doesn't ease your suspicions either.
You have two choices. You can either:
a) Take out your cellphone and call your boss. Unfortunately, you're not sure where your cellphone is; it might be on your desk, or in your briefcase (which you left beside the cubicle, meaning you could be seen).
b) Try to sneak past them in the maze of cubicles, hoping that your knowledge of paths through the maze can help you get to the elevators before the suited men do anything.
Which do you do? Comment below which option you want the story to go, or tweet @KoreanWonderBoy. Also tell me how you're liking it so far; it's my first time trying this kind of thing.
This was your daily F.U.C.K. for Sunday, July 28th. Sometimes a bit of creativity in your life can be hard to come by; embrace the ideas that you have, because they can become the start of something amazing.
