Experiences of a NEET on floor 89

Father kicked me out of the house at the old age of 23. My kinder mother protested but he was too angry and too tired. I was homeless for a few days but found a place in a large apartment block on floor 89. There wasn't any photos, the outside looked like shit and it was quiet except for the few screams or shouts I could hear from the outside.

I was met by a "security guard" on the outside. He told me that I'd need escorting to my floor. It was dark - very dark. The floor was a soft muddy and greasy substance which coated the bottom of my jeans. Despite the darkness you could hear the occasional gunshot. By the time we had gotten up to floor 20 the guard had shot something in the dark a dozen times. It was beginning to get lighter as I rose through the levels and I could see the sky at just the right angle.

There were scratch marks on some of the doors; I wasn't sure whether it was done through fighting between the inhabitants of the lower floors... or the creatures from the bottom floors.

I thanked the guard but he looked at me expectedly. I handed him some of my last NEETBUX and decided it was probably a good idea considering they were the only people keeping me from the looters and creatures below. He handed me a key to my flat and walked off back to his duties.

The room looked barely inhabitable - concrete floor, concrete walls with tally marks on them and what I'm pretty sure was the lingering smell of the last robot who killed himself in the air. I checked my phone and if I crouched in the corner of the room I could get a single bar of wifi from a network called "Fuck_floor_85". I found an ethernet port in the wall but didn't have the cable or interest in asking around for one.

This shit took me like 9 minutes to write and literally nothing fucking happened one of you niggers add something interesting