On level zero, there is basically a near zero percent death rate, however, unlucky people still have a chance at dying whenever they get transported to here.
The reason? There is a singular entity here, it's not particularly strong, but it's still living somehow.
Of all entities surviving in the food chain of the backrooms, that entity is the weakest, but by far the most dangerous one. Unlike a normal entity, for some reason, this one just won't particularly die.
Wait, why am I thinking of this right now? There's basically no chance that any of my teammates will run into that thing, but on the off chance that they do. They will most likely die.
But no way I'll run into it, there's just no way, after all level zero is a never ending maze, it can literally stretch up to hundreds or maybe millions of miles on all directions.
But why do I feel so scared? I'm sweating so hard, anyone could tell I was nervous.
Relax! Other people would love to be in a situation like this! Compared to other missions, this one is a cakewalk, though it might take a day or two.
"Ok, well, the boss said that we just need to have one person enter level 1234, so if you find the book, message us and head into the level Anyways, we shall head each a different direction, I'll go north, and you guys… just decide by yourself."
There were no obligations, I was going east where I had originally come from.
The others, I'm not so sure.
As I walked further away from my teammates, everything fell silent. Like I was in a dark dream that would only get darker.
Soon enough, I wandered far enough to the point where I could hear my own breath echoing in the air.
As time passed, and passed. I ended up noticing a lot of weird scratch marks on the wall.
There was no doubt about it.
The entity was here before. Or perhaps it was something different? I know someone survived the entity, but they said that it didn't have sharp fingers, in fact, it just relied on its fists. So perhaps, an early human?
Walking down the corridors felt like I was gambling with death every new corner, one second I would be alive, the other, i'm dead.
That was truly how it felt.
Ahhh, what I would do to just go back to the normal trials. I'm not very good with horror.
As I traversed through the yellowish wallpaper rooms, one by one, I had lost count how many I had passed. Maybe thirty? I think so.
Though, my legs are getting tired.
I'll just rest when someone finds the book.
Ah! Look, its almond water! I really needed that.
I am very thirsty.
So naturally, I took four big gulps and the water was gone, along with the can for some reason. It just disappears after the water is done being fiddled with. Or even left alone for a few hours.
So I continued the journey, with more scratch marks. Which seemed oddly strange, because a singular human couldn't follow them. Let alone, know where they came from.
But that wasn't the matter, after all, what was I going to tell my teammates if I just chickened out because of a few scratch marks? That's right, nothing.
Time flowed, like music to my ears, I walked while traversing the deserted hallways. Feeling great, without a care in the world.
Soon, it felt like a second nature to me, a home. The corridors repeating each other, and the same pattern every few turns, I knew where to go now.
I followed the same path every time. So I had gotten quite proficient in walking in a repeating room.
It didn't even seem that eerie to me.
After a bit, I could only imagine how many times I had walked this path. It was the same every time.
Wait haven't I said this before?
Nevermind, anyways I followed the same path every time. So I had gotten quite proficient in walking in a repeating room.
A repeating room.
A repeating room.
Repeating room.
What? Am I talking about.
Haha, I should really go back to the office, maybe the others have already found their way over to level 1234.
When was the last time I slept? I don't remember. It's gotta be a couple hours right? It only felt that long.
Weird, I have been talking to myself much more often, in my mind of course. But it was much more often, like I was talking every second of the day.
Maybe I should take a new path.
Variety is a good thing.
My legs were on fire, walking for a few hours was like hell, my back started aching like crazy. So the next start of the repeating loop, I walked toward the left side of the corridor, different from where I usually go.
I was a bit scared, but a bit of walking doesn't hurt me too much.
It felt like a whole new experience, like a whole new set of rooms for me to explore.
But just as I had started getting used to the new path.
I heard a song just playing, not outside physically. But mentally.
The song wasn't bad, but I felt I had heard it somewhere, perhaps, the outside world?
No, nothing here escapes. Or perhaps, someone escaped here before.
Hahaha, nope, there's just no way.
The starting of the song felt like a burning sensation. Like it was trying to make me forget the past mistakes I had made.
But the song was so gloomy, who would even listen to it?
Whatever it was, it felt just like it was a burning memory.
One I had not experienced, or anyone should ever experience.