What Remains
I'm also expanding this story into a feature length screenplay.
A blanket of snow coated the road in an immaculate shimmer. On another day my partner and I might have appreciated the serenity. On this day we were late for our cleanup assignment at the remnants of the Dominion House, and the snow was slowing our travel. The boots of our uniforms were repurposed from the style tank drivers wore. They offered adequate protection against acids and superheated metals, but little traction. Tank drivers didn’t have to march, they had tanks.
Some commoners still lived on the upper levels. Our job was up there, on the ninth floor.
