The panic has diminished. He walks towards the glassless window. All that’s left are the few tall buildings still standing in the calm waters that reached about a dozen floors below from where he stood. How long before the resources run out? At least the water was potable and limitless.
Lets see how long I can keep this going as I brainstorm this. Right now, the struggle is whether I want to do this in first person or third. Or maybe structure it completely different? Who knows. All I know is that I’m sticking with this male protagonist and I have a good idea how I want him to be.