The Backrooms Level 2 Novels & Stories

"The system picked us for a reason. This is what we trained for." "Yes, ma'am!" The room answered as one, voices bouncing off the ceiling. Fifteen minutes later, the garage beneath City Hall was chaos in motion. Weapons clicked, crates cracked open, armor plates locked into place. Ara adjusted her vest straps and tapped her temple. [ USER STATUS: ONLINE ] CURRENT PP: 450 OVERDRIVE DOMINION: COOLDOWN ACTIVE (12:44:12 REMAINING) PRIMARY OBJECTIVE UPDATED: SECURE BIO-CONTAINMENT SAMPLE (LIVE INFECTED HOST)

The "War Room" in the Deep Caves had been replaced by a blueprint spread across a wooden crate. ‎ ‎It wasn't a map of the forest. It was a schematic of a high-rise building in downtown Seattle. ‎ ‎"Blackwood Trust," Vexa said, tapping the paper with her good hand. "Sixty floors of human finance. Boring. But here..." ‎ ‎She pointed to the sub-basement levels, marked in red ink. ‎ ‎"Three levels of underground storage. Level 1 is safety deposit boxes. Level 2 is the gold reserve. And Level 3... is the Private Collection."

The pool, exercise room, game room, theater room and library were sprinkled throughout the different hallways. A fireplace stood silent sentry in the middle of the back wall. A wall of windows and a clear glass door to the left of the fireplace invited a person to enjoy nature on the sprawling back deck. The intricately carved balustrade of the stairs to the second level on the right directed the eye to the double height ceiling of the living room. I needed to remember to give Ransom a tour before we got too far along in the process of the ritual. From experience, I knew we were going to want some time away from each other during this process.

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

Somewhere deeper inside, I thought I heard the faint drip of water. Room after room, I searched. I found a parlor with peeling wallpaper, and a storage closet that smelled of mold. Each one felt wrong, as though eyes watched me from the shadows. And then I reached the back room. At first, it looked like little more than a storage space. Crates stacked in one corner, old rags tossed into a bin. But the air here was heavier, the scent was stronger with that sweet and sour scent, threaded with something that made my wolf snarl.

His lips were cracked and peeling, with dried blood around the lip ring. Aislen brushed away her tears as she rose and tiptoed to the door. The main room of the second storey was empty, the moonlight streaming in through the windows that stretched along one side, the brightness filtered through the filthy squares of glass and falling yellowly over the tables with their array of unusual objects that Leighton had pushed against the wall there. Some of the jars glowed in the darkness, a dark blue, a sickly green, and a vivid red. She tiptoed across the wooden floor trying not to cause too many creaks, knowing that with every other person in the building other than herself having supernatural se

"I am making this mountain a tomb for anyone who isn't you. Do you understand?" ​He tapped a final command. Deep in the bowels of the house, I heard the sound of heavy hydraulic locks engaging. ​Level 1: The windows were covered by reinforced titanium shutters. ​Level 2: The ventilation shafts were flooded with a non-lethal sedative gas, sealed off from the sub-level. ​Level 3: The internal "kill zones" were activated. Automated turrets I didn't even know existed hissed into position in the hallways above.

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-"

Level 1… Level 2… Level 6… Then the elevator jerked. The lights flickered. The air grew cold. “What the hell?” Scarlett whispered. A mechanical voice echoed overhead. “Authorization breach detected. Level lockdown initiated.” Then everything went black. When the lights returned, they were no longer in the elevator. Scarlett gasped, stumbling forward. The room around them was circular, sterile white walls lined with old medical equipment and flickering monitors. The elevator was gone replaced by a seamless wall. “What just happened?” Damien murmured, drawing his gun.

"Tell Ivan I'm going to claim a room." I made my way back to the front of the house where the stairs to the second level were located. Walking up the stairs, I made sure to catalog the sounds the steps made under my weight. I needed to start focusing my attention on staying alive while I killed the big bad boogey man of my nightmares. Not trying to fix a dysfunctional family. **