Novel & Cerita Backrooms Level 4

"You looking tonight. Just got a twink walk in here like 30 minutes ago. You might kick it off." "Nah. Not in the mood tonight. Are there any goods in the backrooms?" He nods and that's where I'm headed. The backrooms are rooms specifically for insane orgies and drug abuse. I enter one of them and take a seat on the cum soaked chair. Someone is handing out pills and I'm not too shy to take 5. He tells me they're strong and 5 isn't healthy. I ignore the warning and swallow them with my beer. Nothing happens so I reach out to take a joint. 2 steps and I'm crashing on the table. The others laugh at me. I'm laughing at myself too.

The Core of The Grave was a cathedral of rusted iron and screaming steam. A central shaft dropped five hundred feet into the black gut of a hollowed-out supertanker, lined with hanging server racks that looked like suspended coffins. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and the rhythmic, metallic thrum of the massive cooling fans below. "The extraction team is on Level 4," Siren’s voice crackled over Julian’s stolen earpiece. "They’ve brought a portable uplink. If they finish the bridge, they’ll have the satellite, and I’ll have a reason to sink this ship with you on it."

I hauled my aching back up to the fourth floor. The busted wooden door of Dorm 4404 creaked open, and a foul stench hit me. It had me gagging and hacking for breath. A sickly yellow glow leaked out through the crack, along with a sound that made my teeth ache. It sounded like bones being gnawed and chewed to splinters. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. Lord have mercy! The place was a landfill come to life.

The words burned into the holographic glass, casting a cold, eerie crimson light across my face. WELCOME BACK, HEIR. The silence that followed was so suffocating, it felt heavy enough to suffocate us all. The only sound in the heart of Level Four was the low, rhythmic hum of the damaged mainframe. "What..." My voice was barely a squeak, the word dying in my throat before it could truly form. I stared at the screen, my mind spinning so fast that the text started looking blurry. Heir? Heir to what?

All night, everything from the past played out in my mind like a movie. The next morning. I struggled out of the bedroom with my weakened body. The door to the guest room was open. A piece of lacy lingerie lay at the foot of the bed, clearly visible. I smiled faintly and glanced at the time. It was time to bring this farce to an end.

I stepped closer, running my hand over the surface. “Here,” I said, finding a hidden lever embedded in the stone. I hesitated for only a moment before pulling it. The wall groaned and shifted, revealing a hidden door. Behind it was a scene that made my stomach churn. Piles of dead animals were heaped in the small room beyond, their bodies in various states of decay. Blood pooled on the floor, the metallic tang overpowering. “Oh, gods,” Aiden whispered, staggering back. Axel gagged, turning away.

I ordered. Then I dropped through the crack. The lower level smelled of blood. Not the fresh, metallic tang of the battlefield, but something ancient. Rotten. Corrupted. My boots hit the stone hard as I landed in a darkness several levels beneath the fight. The sounds of combat became muffled, replaced by something far worse: whispers. Not real voices, but the residual energy of a thousand agonies. The walls themselves felt infected with it. I straightened slowly, senses sharpening as dim red markings began to glow across the corridor ahead. My jaw tightened as my gaze washed over forbidden ritual markings.

I called him a lunatic and slammed the door open, jumping out of the car as fast as I could. The next morning, I had the stock transfer contract ready. I went to the company, planning to sell all my shares and get far away from this disgusting city. I found Zayden and straightforwardly told him the price I had in mind for the deal. Unexpectedly, he suddenly lunged at me, pushing me back until I was pressed tightly against the chair. He deliberately unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his strong, muscular chest.

When she got home, she locked the door, bathed, threw herself on her bed, and fell asleep. She suddenly woke up in the middle of the night in a familiar room which was not hers. She looked around the room and her eyes landed on a plushie toy that she had in her childhood. "This room..." She whispered to herself, holding back her tears when suddenly she heard a commotion outside her room. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a gunshot outside of her room and quickly ran out to see her parents lying lifelessly on the ground in a pool of blood. "Mom! Dad!" She screamed and ran towards her parents. She kneeled in front of them and broke into tears as she desperately shook their body so that they wou

*** *Barbara* The door opens, and I look up into an empty black tunnel. “Fuck!” I mutter. Why the hell didn’t those idiotic assholes just try this? I don’t have the answer to that, but I know I can’t just stand here either. With a deep breath, I enter the tunnel on the other side of the door and realize it is connected to the tunnels I was in earlier with the Breeder bitch. It would’ve been nice to know this. I could’ve dragged her ass out this way instead of taking my chances of being spotted in the hallway with her.