Backrooms Level 5 Novels & Stories

I managed to slip in through the emergency staircase whose door had just closed. It turned out that beneath the parking basement were still hidden floors—Level Two Below, Level Three Below, all the way down to the deepest level: Level Nine Below. The further I descended, the chill of the concrete gave way to a stifling air that smelled of iron and gunpowder. As soon as I reached the fifth basement level, the sight before me made my chest tighten. This wasn't just any basement. This was the Underground Dead City. The structure was vast and grand, like a mall, but with a very dark and grimy atmosphere. The corridors were wide, lined with permanent stalls selling things you'd never find on the

The wild, toxic green burned unwavering. He just nodded me once. It's a stummer, iron vow. “We see each other down!” I called, turned around and ran. Silas and I crashed through a small maintenance door behind the capsules. Behind it the naked vertical shaft of Sub-Level 3. The old elevator cables hung like dead snakes in the depth, but on the walls there was a rusty emergency ladder. Behind us detonated hell. The rhythmic thunders of Nova's rifle and the carving, animal boils of kael were cooked by the cliche

In this way, only the top five with the highest scores would enter the fourth level. Philip and the others looked at each other and said, “Let’s move forward.” Everyone nodded and set off. Less than a mile away, the ground suddenly shook like an earthquake! Immediately after, the ground in front of them began to crack. Several huge tentacles surged from the ground and turned up the soil. With terrifying energy pressure, those tentacles slammed toward Philip and his party! “The strength of the fifth zone!” Philip frowned and finally understood why the first level excluded all the people below the fourth zone.

Let’s keep it informal. – M. Then, because she’s not made of stone: P.S. Bring sneakers. These kids don’t respect anyone who skips leg day. She hits send. And immediately wishes she hadn’t added the P.S. By late afternoon, Minnie’s in the rec room, ankle-deep in foam rollers and teenage bravado. Ryan’s already claimed the pull-up bar like it owes him rent, and Zoe’s trying to convince Destiny that she can do a handstand just because she saw one on TikTok.

How did that happen? Arnold's face drained of color. His earpiece exploded with overlapping shouts. "Mr. Shelton! Massive zombie activity on Level Two!" "Mr. Shelton! Level Three is overrun!" "Mr. Shelton! Level Four has fallen!" "Mr. Shelton! Level Five has more zombies breaking in!" "Where are they coming from on Level Five?" Arnold snapped. The reply came in fragments, breathless and panicked. "The trash… The trash pit! The Level One zombies are climbing up through the garbage chutes!"

Grey charged in front without discussing it. “As you wish.” But Brown wasn’t the type to care. Also, he still wanted to keep his life intact for sure. They ran and climbed the high sand desert. “Brown, give me a run down, will ya?” “For sure.” Both of them slid down the hill. Tap! And landed perfectly at the uneven flat area. They bravely marched forward. 20 meters away from their previous position. “The underground has three floors. On the first floor, we have 50 beastmen. The second floor is not more than 30 while the last floor has only 15 beastmen.”

"You’ve got some insight, little girl, but you're still a little off the mark," Adrian said playfully. Annoyed, Eloise replied, "What do you mean by that, old man?" "We need to start with the levels," Adrian began to explain, "Do you know how many levels there are?" "Even a three-year-old knows the answer to that. It's Body Trainer, Foundation, Golden Core, Level Eight, Integration, and then Void Abyss. Beyond that, who knows," Eloise rattled off, finding the question childish and almost laughable.

The pain in my head and stomach made me very unbearable, and slowly my eyes felt very heavy and started to close. "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry," I said before my eyes completely closed. "Amber, wake up, Amber." Why do I feel something shaking my body? Didn't I die, and now that I'm in the hospital, will my womb survive in the end?

Pulling away before she can say anything, I begin my walk back to the barracks. My smile, however, fades away as soon as my back is turned towards them. I can feel the itching in my wrist, the same spot which usually acts up when something bad is going to happen. And I know. This girl, she’s going to be trouble. And not the fun kind. *** Sneaking back into the barracks isn’t a party. The barracks back at the Level Zero island were significantly less guarded than the Level One barracks are, especially the ones at the east side of the island. I wait for the night guard to finish his shift, feeling both annoyed and tired.

Her polite, distant tone carried an unspoken warning, as if reminding me that this was the office and our roles were strictly professional. I caught the hidden meaning in her words and forced myself to suppress my emotions. "Good morning, Ms. Thorne," I replied. Beatrice responded with a faint nod. She kept walking, as if I were nothing more than a stranger to her. I smiled bitterly, the words of my resignation hanging in my throat. But then again, she probably wouldn't have cared. Suddenly, my phone lit up. It was a message from my son, Parker Bainbridge, sent via his smartwatch. "Dad, will Mom come back to celebrate my birthday?"