Backrooms Level 7 Novels & Stories

Sarah wake up next morning feeling sore all over body, flashback of what happened yesternight came into her head and a warmed smile left her mouth. She looked around and her eyes welcome the familiar room she knew since she was young. It hasn't change since she left. She walked lazily out of her to the bathroom and notice some little things change in there, like her toothbrush was replace with another one and all her bath bomb was nowhere to seen. She signed; well, she didn't expect it to be the same as she left it months ago.

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.

It was the environment, the…" "Was it the environment that made you leave me on our wedding night to run off to the warzone?" I cut him off coldly. "Or was it the battlefield that made you return with another she-wolf to deny my existence?" I brushed past them. "Don't forget. You still owe me money. I'll see you at the arbitration first thing tomorrow morning." The next morning, I stood before the tribunal in my silver-gray chief healer robes. The Bruce family was already waiting.

The man moaned softly, his head lolling. **<< No time. Noise draws flies. Reynolds’s hidey-hole is close. Level 2, northwest quadrant, janitorial. We loop back, grab him, find another way down. >>** Harlan was already moving back up a flight, scanning the stairwell door they’d passed moments before. **<< This one. >>** He eased the door open a crack, peering into the corridor beyond. **<< Clear. For now. Move fast. >>** They slipped back into the bright, sterile hell of Level 2. The silence was oppressive, pregnant with threat. Distant alarms began a low, insistent whooping – power backups coming online, systems rebooting. The Aerie was stirring.

] But a quick refresh showed it had been deleted. Joyce texted me: [Andrea is a coward, wiping my comment like that. Smart move ditching that mess.] Then, she shifted gears. [So, how is life in the love nest with Levi?] My cheeks heated as I met Levi's amused glance, warmth spreading to my ears. That night, I bolted awake. Levi enveloped me instantly, his brow furrowed with concern. "Nightmare?" He gently dabbed the sweat from my forehead. "You were mumbling in your sleep, 'Don't abandon me. Don't shove me.' What's haunting you?"

He burrowed deeper into Ethel's embrace like a frightened kitten. Leonard's gaze pinned him. "Kneel properly." Those two words compelled Beau to squirm from Ethel's arms. Reluctantly, he shuffled back to his cushion and assumed the required position. Leonard continued, "Explain the lump on the back of Xavier's head." His words fell like freezing raindrops upon Beau's head. Beau felt an icy tingle on his scalp. Clutching his hair, he puffed his cheeks. "I don't know!"

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

He did not have the strength to have a soul enlightenment. “I won’t waste my time talking nonsense with you. Pick a difficulty level—there are seven of them. The easiest one is level one, and difficulty level seven is exceptional. In fact, I don’t even have to ask you this. The most you can do is stay in difficulty level one, probably lasting as long as somebody finishing their tea or a joystick burning.” He lazily stood up from his chair and picked up the formation jade strips in front of him, adding a couple of runes that Fane did not understand on the jade strips.

Then something slammed into the exterior wall. Everyone flinched. Dust shook loose from the ceiling beams while Lily buried her face against Nora’s chest. Another impact hit several seconds later from farther around the building. The infected were circling. Rowan moved silently toward the back supply room and carefully pushed open the narrow door. “Rear exit,” he said quietly. Evelyn crossed toward him immediately. The back room smelled like old gasoline and damp cardboard. Rusted tools lined the walls beside stacks of cracked supply bins, while a narrow emergency exit sat partially hidden behind an overturned shelving unit. Blocked. Or intentionally barricaded.

Beth looks outraged, pulling away from me. “How would you know?” I grin. “Ever seen yourself sleep?” Her lips move as she struggles to come up with a response when Quill calls out, “I hope we don’t have to share a barrack! I have sensitive hearing!” “You don’t have the right body parts to share a barrack with us,” I shoot back. “Have fun sharing one with Anderson.” Quill shudders. The Level Two island is vastly different from the Level One and Zero islands. The ground is wet mud, making it hard to walk. There is also this creepy mist in the air, which one only sees in horror movies or swamps.