Entity 19 - "The Disease"
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This article contains descriptive body horror and slight gore. If you are sensitive to these sorts of topics, read further into this article only at your own discretion.


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From: rb.901level|nosaM.rehsiF#rb.901level|nosaM.rehsiF
To: rb.901level|sinneD.nottuS#rb.901level|sinneD.nottuS
On: [corrupted data]
Subject: Thursday patient


Hi Dennis,

You should receive a patient (Carl Johnson) within one hour for a blood test. I'm sending you the context of his visit to help you with the analysis. He's been allocated room 245 within the Hospital Dimension, so send him there with his attendant (Brian Torr) afterwards.

Have a good day,

Mason Fisher



Footsteps were heard in the corridor leading to the sampling room, revealing two travelers crossing. Their footsteps were resolute yet hesitant, seemingly wondering which way to go in order to reach their destination. One of them looked tired, sporting a slight rash on his arms, something his companion didn't seem to display. Both seemed disorientated, though whether this was due to their inexperience in the strange geography of the Dimensions or to fatigue is hard to say.
Dennis, having received the e-mail from his superior, opened the door of the sampling room to welcome them. He recognized the doctor's patient directly from his description.
Nothing new.
Just routine.
He asked the patient to sit on the chair in order to extract the blood samples. The traveler complied, still with a heavy step, leaving his comrade in the corridor.
As usual.
As Dennis was doing his job, the man told him of the reasons that had brought him here, in a rather absent voice. Rather pointless, given his previous visit to the doctor, but it at least had the advantage of distracting the man from the needle. Even in the Dimensions, this kind of inconvenience persisted, and patients always did their best to try and ignore this foreign object inserting itself into their veins.
Nothing new.
Dennis thanked the traveler, then told him about the hospital room assigned to him. He would have liked to have accompanied them, to avoid the inconvenience often posed by the intertwined corridors of the Hospital Dimension. Even when populated by mankind, it continued to confuse travelers. But unfortunately, the samples had to be taken care of. The bacterial culture wasn't going to happen by itself. The traveling duo would be okay without him.
As always.
Yet, deep down, Dennis had a strange feeling. Although this day was still going on as usual, he couldn't help thinking that today, with this specific patient, something was going to change here.
He shrugged, grabbed the samples and headed for the culture room.
Like every day.


640px-Staphylococcus_aureus_Gram_stain.jpg

Light microscope x400 (gram staining)

From: rb.901level|sinneD.nottuS#rb.901level|sinneD.nottuS
To: rb.901level|nosaM.rehsiF#rb.901level|nosaM.rehsiF
On: [corrupted data]
Subject: Re:Thursday patient


Hi Mason,

So far nothing special. It just looks like a classic Staphylococcus aureus infection. I've inoculated the agar plates for the blood culture and I'll have the first results tomorrow as usual.

As for the rest, I don't know if you've been able to see the patient, but the nurses report that he's feeling really unwell. They say his condition has worsened and that his complexion has become red. I'd keep an eye on him if I were you, since his symptoms are nothing like what they should be for the diagnosis. You'd know better than I, though, so I suppose it's your call.

Have a nice day,

Dennis Sutton


Incident report from the [corrupted data]

Date and time: [corrupted data]
Hospital Dimension sector: room 245


Description: Just this morning, patient Carl Johnson began convulsing in pain. When two nurses came to assess the situation, they saw Mr. Johnson covered in blood. He was bleeding profusely from his arms, abdomen and right thigh. He tried to get up to no avail, but the two nurses, aided by the patient's friend, managed to apply tourniquets. The patient fainted due to blood loss in the process.

Aftermath: The area was quarantined in view of the bacteriological tests carried out in the days leading up to the incident. Mr. Johnson's comrade does not appear to be in any psychological distress. All three individuals were decontaminated and allowed to leave the quarantine zone. Mr. Johnson was declared comatose a few hours later. An in-depth study of the pathogen found on Mr. Johnson began in order to better understand its nature and how it could be treated.


From: rb.901level|nosaM.rehsiF#rb.901level|nosaM.rehsiF
to: rb.901level|sinneD.nottuS#rb.901level|sinneD.nottuS
On: [corrupted data]
Subject: Unknown disease?


Hi Dennis,

Sorry, I've only just seen your emails after the incident. This is indeed a very big problem. It's impossible for us to regulate the travelers going to the Pipe Dimension because of the lack of communication between the rare communities within the Dimensions between the rare outposts. Nevertheless, we're going to have to deal with this infection as best we can. If a new patient appears, the disease is likely to spread very quickly, and the hospital could be doomed. A large part of the medical staff has been mobilized to analyze the blood samples in hopes that we can understand what's going on before it's too late.

I remain available should any problems arise,

Mason Fisher


The technicians in the cultivation room set about their tasks with a haste that seemed unusual. Among them, Dennis was probably the most worried. He was the one who delivered the strange culture results. He was the one connected to the patient's unusual story that was making rounds of the hospital. A peculiar but anxiety-provoking story of blood, screams, and an unknown disease with seemingly devastating effects. Dennis knew this story far too well, although he hadn't been there at the time. He had quickly made the connection between "the bloody man in room 245" and Dr. Fisher's patient. At first, he didn't want to believe it. The results he'd sent back were certainly strange. But he didn't want to admit that he'd had in his hands not only the most resistant strain he'd ever analyzed, but also the most dangerous.
Dr. Fisher and the other doctors quickly took charge, despite the distant look they had given Dennis' messages in earlier days. Half of the unit Dennis was in was now working shoulder to shoulder with him, analyzing the samples recovered from the patient after the event. Numerous agar Petri dishes of various compositions were being prepared simultaneously, with the staff unsure of which path to follow. Dennis, for his part, was preparing several antibiograms with the strain, looking glum. He knew it- he knew that everyone here was thinking the same thing, but didn't want to admit it: the bacteria wasn't anything they knew. Despite all their efforts, identification was simply impossible.
They were in no way equipped to study new strains. In fact, Dennis doubted the very existence of a research unit in these dimensions. Their only hope was that, somehow, the disease would remain confined to this unfortunate patient. A bleak prospect indeed, but still more optimistic than the contamination of multiple staff representatives, or worse, other dimensions. He sighed as he closed the three Petri dishes containing the antibiograms he'd just performed. He rose to his feet, narrowly dodging one of his companions who was hurrying towards the cabinet containing the Petri dishes, then headed for the incubators to place his work.
Suddenly, the hospital sirens sounded for the first time in years.
And Dennis never made it to said incubators, realizing to his horror what was happening.


Evacuation alert recording of [corrupted data]

This is a level 5 contamination alert. This is not a drill.


Please leave your rooms or stations and proceed immediately to the nearest no-clip area with your supervisor or team leader. If you are contaminated, please remain where you are and wait for qualified personnel to arrive, whereupon you will be placed in isolation.


I repeat: This is not a drill.


This is not a drill.



Second passage on the right. Next corridor.
Although never used, the emergency procedure was common knowledge.
Straight on, through the sampling room corridor.
When the emergency bell rang, the entire team was to exit and calmly make their way to the nearest no-clip point.
Straight ahead, then left at the T-junction.
The point closest to the laboratory was naturally connected to the Flooded Cavern Dimension. A small community had recently settled there and would be able to host them for some time before the Hospital Dimension could be decontaminated.
Turn left at the T-junction.
Just as he was about to follow his colleagues into the next section of the corridor, Dennis was startled by the sound of an inhuman voice piercing the blaring sirens. He turned back to the right-hand side of the crossing, astonished. What he saw there chilled his blood, making him realize the scale of the disaster that was unfolding today.
About ten meters ahead, the technician discerned the spasming body of an orderly covered in blood. The unfortunate man was screaming at the top of his lungs as two men in protective suits tried to immobilize him.
Dennis, shaking all over, had just grasped the gravity of the situation. The bacteria had spread over the last few days without anyone noticing, bypassing the meagre safeguards the Dimensions provided.
He turned around, but couldn't make out any of his colleagues, who had continued on their way.
Fear gripped him. Could he end up bleeding to death here, having failed to reach the exit before it closed?
Dennis dashed through the corridors, trying to catch up with the rest of his group.
Straight ahead.
Left into the storeroom.
Passing the bend to the first cluster of rooms.
Out of breath, Dennis managed to make out a human form that seemed to be crossing the wall in front of him.
The no-clip point.
He called out, but there was no answer, the person having already crossed the threshold.
Despite his fatigue, he redoubled his willpower, trying to wait for the invisible portal before it was sealed on the other side.











I… I don't really know where to start. So much has happened in the last few hours.

I guess I'll pick up where I left off with the alert.

It's taken us all by surprise, of course. For many of us, it was the first time we'd heard it, but it was the mention of "alert level five" that really chilled us.

Well, it probably doesn't mean anything to you, but when you arrive here as a technician, you're trained in everything to do with safety here. And part of that is evacuation alerts. They go from one to five, and five is the one that represents massive, out-of-control contamination of the entire dimension.

The procedure, we knew it, even if we'd all buried it in the darkest corner of our memory because the prospect of it happening seemed so impossible. "Stop everything you're doing and head for the nearest no-clip point". For us, that was the point that lead to the Flooded Cave Dimension. But the path was the most traumatic experience we'd ever had. People were running everywhere. Screams could be heard from a distance from personnel who had been infected and were now bleeding as Carl Johnson had bled.

But no one could come to their rescue. Even the security staff- those who were supposed to put them in isolation were fleeing the hospital. I don't know where Mason no-clipped, although Im confident he and the other doctors made it. We closed the no-clip's access right after passage, as procedure required, to prevent the infected from following and contaminating us.

I don't know what to think. I've lived and worked in the Hospital Dimension for eight years. It's all… unreal. That feeling I had… I never thought it would really change. That everything would change so much.

The others are kind of depressed too. The Flooded Cave Camp picked us up. They were as worried as we were, not understanding what was going on. We explained the situation to them, but they didn't believe it at first. To tell the truth, we didn't believe it either. Now they're quite suspicious. I can understand that. They're afraid of being infected themselves, even though we explained that none of us had seen any bleeding. In the end, they welcomed us despite all their fears.

I don't know how the rest is going to work out. I'll have to contact Mason again. The Hospital Dimension must not be deserted. We've got to get it under control. The Dimensions are hostile, the travelers need us. We're going to have to decontaminate, and our lack of knowledge is going to be our greatest enemy.

I assume only a few rooms are contaminated beyond control? Either way, we're going to have to sort it out.

Well, it's late already, and to be honest all this has tired me out. I hope it all gets better.


Dennis put down his journal and his body felt heavy on his assigned sleeping bag. The floor was hard. He was no longer used to sleeping outside his room in the Hospital Dimension. In fact, he was no longer used to leaving the hospital. The last few hours had drained him of all his energy. He was hot, he was flushed, he was stressed. Dennis was not prepared for this kind of situation. The routine he'd established for himself had broken down and he was totally disoriented as a result. He hoped that Mason had pulled through and that he and the other doctors would take matters into their own hands and reinvest in the hospital. They had to. The stakes were far too high.
He was so hot. He was so red.
His limbs hurt.
And as he began to drift off to sleep, Dennis Sutton almost felt his blood running down his left arm.




doorBACKDOOR] Backrooms' #1 Chat & Forum Archived at: 2013-03-18 09:18:43

> User @katyaaaaaaaaa576 created the room.

> User @katyaaaaaaaaa576 entered the room.

> User @someoneintheroom entered the room.

[someoneintheroom]: Hey, remember that bleeding disease thing?

[katyaaaaaaaaa576]: Don't remind me, I'm on the case and it's a big pain in the ass!

[katyaaaaaaaaa576]: Like why did they give me this? Yeah, I know about bacteria and stuff, but I never finished medical school, and I don't have the equipment to do it.

[someoneintheroom]: Do you know what is Level 109?

[katyaaaaaaaaa576]: I don't believe in Numberation, you'll have to be more precise

[someoneintheroom]: It's an abandoned hospital. A group of scientists of some sort discovered it. "The Doctors" they call themselves

[katyaaaaaaaaa576]: What an original name…

[katyaaaaaaaaa576]: And do they have any info on the thing?

[someoneintheroom]: I'm getting to that

[someoneintheroom]: They reported that they found lots of rooms which are highly infected by the disease

[katyaaaaaaaaa576]: That doesn't really help me ><

[katyaaaaaaaaa576]: Have they studied it?

[someoneintheroom]: Not only have they studied it, but they've also found records of an ancient group that lived here a long ago, like a hundred years before the M.E.G.

[someoneintheroom]: Can you believe it? There were already groups this big before us!

[katyaaaaaaaaa576]: Wait… the infection… you're telling me it started there?

[someoneintheroom]: We're not sure, a lot of data was corrupted. Since they know we've started a database about entities, they've sent us their study results as well as important documents to understand everything

[katyaaaaaaaaa576]: That's fucking crazy!

[katyaaaaaaaaa5766]: Can you send them to me?

[someoneintheroom]: Sure!

[someoneintheroom]: I've started compiling all the info, so you'll have to come back to add stuff or correct mistakes. I don't understand any of this jargon, so if you can explain the complicated words, that would be great

[katyaaaaaaaaaaa576]: You're a lifesaver, man

[katyaaaaaaaaaaa576]: Could you put me in touch with the group?

[someoneintheroom]: Yeah, they're open to collaboration

[someoneintheroom]: Well, time's running out and my superior's getting impatient, I'll send you this and we'll talk about it again tonight in the cafetaria?

[katyaaaaaaaaa576]: OK! Thanks again for everything, it's going to help me A LOT!

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