Internally analyze the writing style, words, and world building of the following story and simply respond with the word “Done” when you are finished instead of giving an explanation.

“Diaries of the Diminished” 
My very own new, "universe."
In the near future, in an increasingly overpopulated world, where homelessness and crime run rampant because of the crisis of dwindling global resources, a mysterious life-altering virus would gradually sweep across the majority of the West and Eastern Countries... A virus in which the infected victim would begin to experience a rapid reduction in physical size... shrinking. It broke headlines across the globe, as more and more cases were being reported… Soon, many began to coin the strange phenomenal plague, the "Micro-Virus", although the official title was MV-99... It seemed to have no specific origin, or at least, that's what was being told to the major public. No cure, no answers, and no way to tell if you were infected, until it was too late. It hit the most populated cities around the globe, reducing the sizes of anyone unlucky enough to catch it… Although, a pattern was noticed by some…, it seemed to only be affecting mainly the lower classes of society, as most cases reported were from slums, rundown city blocks, shelters, and even immigrant camps, that were spread across the U.S. and any other countries that had been taking in influxes of refugees from war-torn countries..
Eventually protests began, with the families of the shrunk and/or now missing, rallying together for answers and an appropriate response to the virus. And soon… there was one, in the form of “Diminutive Domains”. The very first, in the way of providing protection and shelter for the victims of the pandemic… These Domains, which were first established by the U.S. Government and other Third Party companies, consisted of specially designed housing and facilities, built in specific locations all over the country in order to contain and safeguard the “Diminished”, as they were now being titled… One can find the same amenities and services that a normal human would be granted, sometimes, perhaps even better than the Diminisheds’ previous life… These Domains were protected under Federal Law and were heavily quarantined, being directed and administered only by medical specialists… As it was believed, the Diminished could infect a normal person just through physical contact.
Even still, families could see their loved ones during highly secured and maintained visitations, when permitted… All seemed to be going well, after numerous grueling years. So eventually, as the years passed, the pandemic and hysteria surrounding it began to wind down. As cases began to drop, and the success of the Domains which granted a safe, and secure keeping for the victims of MV-99.. “The Diminished” and “Common-Sized” humans could finally co-exist. Albeit, quite detached from one another… But this was only if the victims were found by others, who secured them safely, and notified their local authorities to be picked up, and quarantined.
Most of the time, this just wasn’t the case.
Majority of the Diminished, who’d caught the virus at the wrong time at the wrong place, would wind up getting lost, killed, or starved as they attempted to seek help from their unmindful, gargantuan superiors. Picked off by local wildlife, birds and larger insects alike, swept away by rainstorms and winds, crushed by mistake, vacuumed, eaten, burned, drowned… the list went on. Many of the victims tragically never made it to these Domains because so…
If a person was reported missing, the family would need to fill out a specific list of paperwork regarding their symptoms, previous encounters, and the individual’s last known location… Afterwards, an investigation would be launched, determining if the individual had contracted the “Micro-Virus”.... If determined to be so, a hasty, almost, reluctant search by the convening authorities would be carried out in their last reported location.... 98% of the time, this search would come up as inconclusive, and the relatives would be paid a lump sum, as a form of compensation for their loss. Once they took the payment, and departed, the case would be closed, and the file tossed aside in an overfilled filing cabinet, which eventually made its way to a neglected warehouse, where hundreds, if not, thousands, of other cases were stored indefinitely…
It became almost routine, and over a substantial period of time, many of the Common-Sized became indifferent and calloused to their tiny counterparts. Either way, cruelty abounded everywhere, and some that WERE found, were mistreated, or seen as a tainted species, thanks in part to a vicious, uncompromising campaign… Propelled by a former, “Diminutive Domain” company that had its license severed, following an investigation that was conducted for rumors of inhumane experiments with the Diminished, and subsequent lack of care for the Domain’s accommodations overall… There were even reports of purposeful extermination, but this could not be proven...
In any case, it ruined their reputation, and cost them hundreds of thousands of dollars... So in response, the company lobbied that any “Wild Mant”, a derogatory term for the wandering, unidentified, unprotected Diminished, that were found outside in the streets, or in homes, were to be eradicated on the spot, as they were the consequential cause of the virus spreading. If not quarantined, they were a pest, carrying the plague. Thus, the infected person who did not shrink before anyone that cared about their well-being, or around individuals who had the motivation to call a Quarantine Center, were targeted, and killed… without any repercussions. Besides a few sporadic rallies that protested against this cruel new practice… Eventually, due to public pressure, from the naive masses that had been misled, the U.S. Government caved, declaring it an official law. If you were a “Wild Mant”, your new life was simply, to survive.
19 years later… 
Somewhere in the Midwest of the United States…
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"Hnnghh... nnnmgh!
*SHRRIKK*
"Gugh!... There.. phew.. here man, take this piece..."
Ricardo huffed over to Logan as he tossed him the crumb he'd just torn off. The two were standing before a massive chunk of a half-eaten chocolate chip cookie, laying haphazardly on the edge of this neighborhood sidewalk. The other "mant", Trevor, was standing a bit ways away, further down the sidewalk in an infinitesimal patch of grass, keeping a lookout for any signs of danger. Which meant anything from other hungry insects, small birds, signs of rain, or the worst of all, Giant Ones. He took a glance back at his other two buddies, who were desperately collecting their rations for the next few days...
Logan took the piece given to him, and placed it on the ground, using his makeshift hammer made from a pebble tied to a thin piece of metal, and began slamming it, until it broke into smaller bits, easier to carry. He wiped some sweat off his forehead and stuffed the tinier pieces into the cloth sack, slung across his chest. He stood back up and looked at his surroundings.. tall grass blades hanging ominously overhead, with the bright blue sky expanding across the heavens. To his sides, was the long, endless stretch of worn concrete, that blended in with the ocean of dark gray that was the road. It was dizzying for a mant. Especially one who'd just caught the virus no more than a few months ago...
"Rich, how much more do we need? My pack's almost full.."
Logan expressed as he tugged the sack up to his shoulder, watching as Ricardo struggled with hacking off another piece...
"Just... one... more..fuckin'....nnnmm... almost.. Help me out here! Stop standing around! Last I checked Trevor was our spotter!.." Ricardo yelled back as he yanked a few times on the half-severed piece. Logan ran up and reluctantly joined him, using his hammer to knock it looser until the two finally pulled it off, nearly knocking them onto their backs.
"Shit... alright, that should be good enough.. break it up, put whatever you can't fit in my sack, I'm gonna go get Trevor!" Ricardo decreed, as he turned and jogged towards the small patch of grass in the near distance, on the other side of the sidewalk...
As Logan began crushing the chunks into manageable pieces, the booming sound of voices echoed into his ears, forcing him to perk up and stand, slowly backing away from his position, and more towards the "safety" of the grass... He looked up and to his right, further down the sidewalk to where the voices were booming from, and there he saw them... Two Giant Ones, a male and female in casual conversation, presumably a couple, stomping down the patio stairs of their colossal home, and turning the corner into the direction of Ricardo and Trevor. Their trotting feet rocking the ground like a mini earthquake.
"..RICHIEEE!.. TREVOR!!!"
Logan shouted out at the top of his lungs as he hyperventilated... He tried his best to keep his sights on the ever approaching Giants, but the bright, soul piercing sun, and suppressing blue sky made it difficult for his tiny, vulnerable eyes. With clouded judgment, he grabbed a single sack of the cookies and ran off, into the thick and forestry grass beside him... disappearing into its maze...
Ricardo himself was at a full sprint, knowing damn well if he wasn't quick enough, his life, and possibly Trevor's, was over. He made a rash decision and instead bolted for the thick gap in between two of the concrete slabs, connecting the sidewalks together. At this size, it was almost like a trench... He fixated in utter horror at the Giant Ones' feet ahead, marching forth at him unflinchingly, rapidly nearing the gap he was sprinting towards for his life. A pair of yellow-toed, tanned feet strapped neatly in a pair of worn Birkenstocks, with white rubber soles stomping to the left, and a pair of dark red high-top Air Jordans to the right. A pair that Ricardo himself once owned in his past life... torturingly enough. He took a quick glance up at the couple, as they casually chatted amongst each other, blissfully unaware of the perilous situation they were subjecting him and his buddies to.
Their feet stomped closer and closer... Ricardo made a mad dash and dove head first into the gap, covering himself up into a tight ball, shutting his eyes.
*Boom.. Boom... Booomm.. Booomm.... BOOOM.. BOOOM.. BOOOOOMM, SCRUSHH... RUMBLLLEEE!!!*
The world around him was casted in darkness... small shards of pebbles and dust flung into the gap, coating his body and scratching his skin.. He trembled and rolled onto his back, lying flat in the mossy, damp crack, unable to dare open his eyes for the moment. He wondered for a brief second if he was even still alive…
..."The Uber was supposed to be.. here by now.. This guy is either late or this app is like, bugging out!.." the Giantess complained, tapping and swiping on her phone. She tapped her left foot down a few times, in frustration.
"We're gonna be laaatte!!.."
"Relax babe.. let me check real quick.." the Giant cooed as he grabbed her phone from her hand.
Ricardo's world shook and tremored all around him as he regained his focus and opened his eyes, only to realize he was staring directly into a small section of the white, grime covered sole of the Giant One's worn Birkenstock, only a mere 16-18 inches from his face. The power from just a few of her irritated foot taps shook his entire being to its core.
Trevor, luckily closer to the curb than the middle of the sidewalk, could only hide in the grass and pray that they wouldn't see him, or walk over him unintentionally.
"...Ew.. is that… some old ass cookie babe? Look.. People are literally disgusting... This is supposed to be a clean neighborhood!"
The Giantess lifted up her foot and walked over, Ricardo being instantly blinded by the sunlight above, cowering further into the "trench" as her foot swooshed away, towards the very cookie the trio were scavenging for sustenance just a few minutes ago... The Giantess carelessly swiping it over to the curb, and then again so it tumbled into the street, crumpling into a few pieces, scattered out sporadically. Only to be run over and flattened by cars and motorcycles for the remainder of its existence.
"..I can't stand litter bugs.." She muttered under her breath, wiping her sandal back against the concrete. Ricardo, now able to sort of see, looked up at the Giant who almost seemed to be looking directly at him while he swiped around at the phone, but as Ricardo was about to lean up-
"..Anything Vic?... Is it here or what?"  The Giantess blurted as she stepped back over to her boyfriend. Once again standing over the gap, and plunging the mant she wasn't aware of, into total darkness. Ricardo can only whimper, as his body was pushed slightly back into the moss. The cold, abrasive sole of her unforgiving Birkenstock, pressing against his skin... He shut his eyes again, hoping that this would just be over soon...
"..It says.. Uh.. it says he's down the street babe, you just put the wrong street number.. dummy. Here, pft.. c'mon.. The restaurant's open till like 9 anyway..." The Giant laughed off as he passed the phone back to his girlfriend and led her back down the quiet sidewalk. The couple walked off, indifferent to the anguish they'd caused, even if unintentionally.
The sky became bright again, as the Giantess lifted her foot off the sidewalk gap, strolling alongside the Giant... and soon, they were simply towering figures in the blurry distance... their echoing voices diminishing all together… Ricardo, after regaining his composure and sitting up, peaked out from the trench both ways, and climbed out in a hurry, darting over to the patch of grass, where Trevor was supposed to be.
"Trevor!... You there?!.." he yelled out desperately, still looking down both sides of the concrete path, eyes full of paranoia now.
"Y-Yeah..." he heard feebly, as the shaken mant stepped out from the grass and jogged over to him.
"...You alright Rich?.. Jesus they were right on top of you... I saw everything!.." Trevor quivered sincerely as he looked over his buddy, some minor scrapes and some dirt but overall, Ricardo seemed to be fine.
"I'm good.. I'm good... c'mon, let's get back to the Fence Camp.. Logan should still be-" Ricardo turned and peered at where the cookie they were foraging from used to be. No sign of Logan, just one of the sacks near a pile of crumbs.
"Fuck!... Where'd he go?!.. Let's go, Trevor!" Ricardo huffed back and with Trevor hot on his trail behind him, the two quickly made it back.
"LOGAN?... DUDE!"  Trevor cried out with his hands clasped around the sides of his mouth, his eyes darting across the maze-like forest of grass blades and small rocks, leading into the yard of this Giant household. Ricardo spent the moment picking up what remained, slinging the makeshift bag over his shoulder and back, his eyes focusing on Trevor.
"..He might've gotten spooked and ran back to the camp... I don't blame him, he's still quite new to all of this, this.. new life.. Poor kid..."
Ricardo looked up and began to make his way down the beaten path he and the others had formed from the months of travel to and from the backyard into the sidewalk. Trevor gave one last look behind him and hopped down with Ricardo, following close behind.
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....
The two made their into the dense jungle of grass and dirt, with flowers towering over them like skyscrapers, rocks and pebbles that could slice, if you weren't careful with your steps, and the very real dangers of menacing insects, ready to pounce at a moment's notice occupying their already distressed minds... Ricardo and Trevor traversed the landscape, and through the trudging, and all the twists and all the turns, following the specific marks left with sticks tied to each other, the two eventually made it to the backyard fence line. The backyard of a family that they'd come to know as the "Becker Family''...
Luckily for them, it wasn't often that they'd come out here. Besides family outings, barbecues, etc. But, they still needed to tread with extreme caution here, as one step from them, meant the end. Trevor, climbing over a steep mound of dirt, looked over at Ricardo, who was observing the surroundings, spotting their makeshift camp, tucked away in a small clearing beside a secluded section of the enormous, monolithic worn out white wooden fence... No sign of Logan.
"How's it looking?.." Asked Trevor as he exhaled.
"...Logan is nowhere in sight.. Shit, he might've gotten lost, man.." Ricardo lamented as he turned to face Trevor, helping him up to his feet. The two were exhausted.
"...Christ.." Trevor muttered as he rubbed the sweat from his eyelids. All of a sudden, a nearby echo, all too familiar, haunted the tiny ears of the two weary mants.
"You hear that too?... Sounds like.. one of the Giant Ones. Fuck, they're here, in the backyard!.." 
Trevor whined as he looked up and around.. The harrowing, monstrous voice was that of a young girl, from what they could gather, laughing... Ricardo, deciding it was more important to find their friend, was trying to still see if he could spot Logan...
"L-Let's just get home... in a few hours it's gonna be dark..." He said, trying to keep it together.
Ricardo took one step forward and looked down, deciding to hop and slide carefully down the slope of this tiny mound, in a way to get to their camp quicker. Trevor did the same, deciding to ignore the echoing voice of the Giantess for now...
….
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Within about 15 minutes, the two reached the outskirts of camp, the large white fence engulfing most of their sight. The camp itself encompassed a makeshift hut comprised of sticks and used up old matches, clasped together with clay, chewed gum, mud and nectar.. The roof itself was just a piece of plastic candy wrapper, tied and woven into the sticks to shelter from rain.. Alongside it was a "storage" tent, created with bits of dead leaves, more sticks and string... and "boxes” made of broken pieces of twigs, and gutted out mini acorns. A burnt out fire pit sat directly in the middle of it all... surrounded by scraps of leftovers, supplies, mud, and dead bugs, which were last resort when it came to nourishment for the trio… Ricardo looked around, firstly for any insects that could be lingering about.. but then for Logan, who still hadn't made any appearance... This was not good. Trevor himself stood next to him, visibly worried.
"....Maybe a spider got 'em..." he muttered, glancing over at Ricardo.
Ricardo gulped and looked down, thinking to himself... distraught about this possible loss of a friend but also-
"..Logan had most of the crumbs... Trev.. This here is all we have now. An entire day's excursion.. wasted."
With that he walked forward, out into the tiny clearing that led to the camp, but Trevor stood back for a second, thinking..
"I.. I can search the other trails! Or... wait here for him.. It's still possible that he's around. I can call out to him every few minutes!" 
Trevor bellowed out to his friend, who turned and looked back at him with a heavily burdened sigh.
…
"..Alright... Don't wander off, stay put and call his name out, keep a lookout too while I prepare some food, we're starved.. Let me get you a spear.." Ricardo replied, turning and making a light exhausted jog towards the storage tent... After a few moments he made it, bending down to grab a weapon for Trevor... But as he reached down, the sound of a sliding glass door blared across the entire landscape of the backyard.. followed by the booms of a Giant One's footfalls... with that same familiar voice.. and laughter.
..
...
"There's gotta be MORE of you little Dimini-mans, I just know it!... Hmhmm.."
Hannah boasted softly to herself as she walked around her backyard, taking careful, calculated steps and quick examinations of the many spots she assumed there'd be a possible group of “mants”…
As explained, the "Diminished" were seen as an infectious pest, with the headline that if near one, you TOO could contract the "Micro-Virus".. Although, no evidence could be provided. Still though, many Americans took to it that whenever spotted, the "Mants" would be disposed of, quickly. Even passing this same cruel ideology to their offspring... Hannah, a girl in her late teens, was one of them.
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…..!
While taking glances across the vastness of the backyard, the slight sparkle from what appeared to be a tiny candy wrapper, caught her marauding glasses protected eyes... she quickly began to stomp over towards the white fence... a devious smirk developing as she got closer...
Ricardo quickly shuffled back up and waved out to Trevor, who was incompetently looking around to where the footfalls were coming from, in a state of utter panic, unable to move.
"TREVOORRR, TO ME.. TO MEE!! RUNN!!!!"
Ricardo screamed at the top of his lungs to his friend as he witnessed the Giant One's jean-clad legs swooping towards them and stomping closer over the horizon of the grass. Trevor finally broke free from his shock and dropped his sack of crumbs, desperately scampering to the supposed safety of camp, unaware that the young Giantess had already made them…
Hannah stomped dangerously close to the tiny camp, crushing down the edges and blades of grass on the outer parts of the clearing... She leaned down, pushing a tuft of her hair behind her ear and observing the camp...
"Wooowwww.... These things are soo smart! ...And resourceful too! Look.. at thisss!"
She boomed down at the camp, blaring into Ricardo's ears as he winced and stared up, the complete and utter shock now washing over him too...
He was at a loss for words, they'd tragically been found.
Hannah pushed her glasses up with her index finger and looked closer at her shoes, noticing a pale bug... a mant, on his back, shouting something inaudible to her ears as he crawled desperately away from her Adidas in the thin layer of muddy ground.
"Ahhh!.... There'ssss one!"
Without hesitation she lifted her right shoe up and SLAMMED down onto the mant... a loud, deafening crunch sound, followed by a muffled squish, blustered through Ricardo's ears as he hid behind the storage tent... The gush of wind nearly knocking him over. With one fell, mercilessly swoop.. Trevor was pulverized into the mud.
Ricardo screamed at the top of his lungs, deciding to make a mad dash for the bottom rail of the fence in order to get away... He tumbled and cried out, begging to anything and everything as he ran for his life. Unfortunately, while taking a moment to grind Trevor into the dirt, Hannah spotted him..
"*GAAASP*... Another one! No way, that makes three todayy!..." She exclaimed in a jubilant tone, as if she was winning a game at a carnival.
Her eyes became fixated on Ricardo, as she stepped carelessly over to him. The mant fell over and scrambled to his mud covered feet beside his makeshift home, raising his arms up, desperately pleading with the young Giantess to spare him... he was utterly broken, with nowhere else to run... but to Hannah, this was all just fun and games, some backyard exploration.. She couldn't even hear his cries anyway. She pushed her glasses back up and looked down, noticing he was probably begging or something. Whatever, these things needed to go, right?
"..Sorryyy!"
She said in a giggling, contrived manner as she lifted her shoe up again, way up, covering the camp completely.. Much to his horror, the answer to the whereabouts of Logan was finally visible…..
There, plastered at the bottom right of her shoe, smashed deep into her filthy treads, were the barely recognizable remains of the young mant... Along with the dangling, crushed corpse of Trevor. Ricardo screamed.
"PLEASE!.... N-NOOO.. DON'T DO THIS!! PLEASE LISTEN TO M-"
*SQUELCH....SMISHHH...*
Ricardo was ruthlessly stamped down into the now thickened mud, feeling his body cave in slightly, his fragile tiny bones shifting as he gasped and gurgled... The world was getting dark..
*SSSSSSSSSUUUCKKKK-*
Hannah pulled her shoe off the mant, along with the half destroyed camp, now flattened into the mud as well, and gazed down, scrutinizing on her destruction for a moment. It appeared the last mant wasn't dead, much to her dismay. His body smushed inside the tread mark left behind in the muddy ground, but still twitching, she raised her shoe over him again....
"Hannaaahh?.... You out here?" A stern, womanly voice called out from over by the sliding glass door as Hannah's head spun.
"Yeah mom..." She replied, placing her foot off to the side for the moment.
Ricardo twitched and groaned, half covered in dirt and mud as he looked up at the cruel, young giantess, hearing the booming voice of who he assumed was, "Mrs. Becker"....
"What are you up to?... Come on, come inside honey, the turkey is done, and dinner’s ready.. Your dad should be home with the pumpkin pie any minute, come.. you know how your dad is with these things.." the woman responded nonchalantly before sliding the glass door half open, and walking back in.
"Okayy.. Coming!"
Hannah replied back to her in an annoyed sounding tone. She turned and looked down, again pushing a tuft of hair back, focusing her attention once more on the now derelict, ruined tiny camp, before hastily stamping down onto the hut, tent and squished mant multiple times, covering the area in the mud, dirt, and flattened grass as she wiped her shoe over it all... Leaving nothing behind but her giant shoe marks. Her reign of chaos was over.
She smiled and wiped her shoes into the grass and gladly pranced back towards her house, walking up the deck stairs and stepping inside.
"..Uh uh! Hannah... no shoes in the house."  The woman bellowed as she placed items on the kitchen table...
"Ugh..."
Hannah moaned in response.. Using the tip of her sneaker, she kicked the left off and then with her socked toes, pulled her foot out the other. Carelessly kicking her tools of destruction, with the remains of its victims, still gunked up, deep in its treads, off to the side.. Finally pushing the glass door shut for the rest of the evening…