Backrooms Level 4 Novels & Stories

However, I simply turned off my phone, put in my earbuds, and closed my eyes. When Sienna still didn't get a response, she pulled my curtain open. It was already past 1:00 am, but another roommate was still up playing video games. The glow of her monitor flashed against my eyelids as the keyboard clacked in the background. "Melissa? Melissa? Are you asleep?" Sienna's voice grew louder. At that point, it was loud enough to wake anyone up. Still, I kept my eyes tightly shut, determined not to move. I knew Sienna's game. I knew I couldn't give in because if I opened my eyes, she would get exactly what she wanted.

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.

Pulte said. Pulte was worried about what might happen. He called Ravitz again and this time he quickly answered. "What's going on? What's happening?" Pulte asked. "Oh, get inside the bunkers and guide other people near you to safety. We're in level 3, the monsters have increased in the northwest wall and a couple of them are already above the city." "Have you contacted the doctors? Are they safe?" "Don't worry, the headquarters is the safest place in the city. Most of the people have already gone underground and uh-"

Vida and two other witches were behind us, using their magic to clear the way and open doors. As we went down, we faced more resistance. In a tight tunnel, three dark witches attacked us, using their magic to block our way. I fought back with a mix of magic, while Daxon quickly took down one attacker. Mathias tackled another, holding them against the wall with his strength. "Keep moving," I urged them forward. Level four was a massive underground chamber filled with equipment and storage containers. Exactly fifty-three containers of completed serum lined the walls in perfect rows. Exactly as my father had reported.

Dead silence. The door creaked open. We lay on the floor, groaning, our muscles twitching from the backlash. Valen stared at us, stunned. “You guys lasted ten whole minutes?” “We’re alive?” I croaked, blinking up at him. “Technically,” Lucan muttered. “You’re stronger than most,” Zarek said thoughtfully. “But that was just Level One.” “Level One?” Kael wheezed, still flat on his back. “What’s in Level Two?” Draven asked.

The salt on the grimy floor stung her wounds as she moved, making each progress that much slower. *The man behind her angled himself to get a better view of her quivering backside and she wormed her way away from him. Every so often, her knees would slide open and her intimate flesh would peek out at him, a stark contrast to the ruined skin on the rest of her body. It was these small flashes that had him pumping himself harder, the frenzy of torture and impending rape clouding his vision.*

The back room was darker than the main floor. Low red lights. No windows. The air already smelled like sex and sweat. Six men were waiting when I walked in. Some older, some younger. All of them hard. All of them looking at me like they’d already paid and were ready to collect. One of them pointed at the floor in the middle of the room. “Hands and knees. Now.” I dropped. The thick plug in my ass shifted when I moved. Come was still leaking out of my cunt and running down my thighs. The black marker on my stomach was smudged but still readable.

Contain or collapse. “I can’t,” he choked. You must. More pressure built in his chest. Like something swelling. Stretching. Trying to tear its way out. His fingers dug into his arms hard enough to bruise. He could feel bone shifting under skin. His body adjusting. Changing. Trying to make space. Trying to survive the impossible weight. This wasn’t power. This was decay. The Fourth Stage wasn’t evolution. It was overload. And overload only ended one way. Explosion. ---

he proposes, looking unmistakably uncomfortable. “Not a terrible idea,” the scout recognizes. “Our schematics aren’t total, but they ought to be exact sufficient for your purposes,” he proceeds. “The back entrance is where you’ll be making your move; it’s the slightest intensely watched, and there shouldn’t be much foot activity once you get interior. You’ll need to control clear of the fundamental office floors. See if you can discover a way up that won’t constrain you to cross ways with other werebears.” “Such as?” Map book asks.

If the method to break through to the Empyrean level was on the fifth floor, and it indeed required such strength, this misunderstanding would become a major issue. At that moment, only a few puppets moved back and forth on the fourth floor. No one else was around. When they sensed Alexander's presence, they all raised their broad swords and surrounded him. The items on the fourth floor were strange stones: some were ores, and some were unrecognizable, holding little temptation for Alexander. He repelled the surrounding puppets with a single sword strike and proceeded to the fifth floor. On the staircase, Alexander felt the pressure increase again, but it was not significantly stronger than