And so, despite the absence of anything besides deserted ground and a harsh sun, you walk onwards, determined to survive or escape.
Supplies may be low, but what else can you do besides lie down and slowly die? No, that would be wasteful. You must carry on.
Your footsteps emanate a sound audible to just you, as your shoes stride upon the rough, rocky, and deserted terrain. And they're all you can hear. No wind, no insects, no birds, just this same familiar sound.
You walk… and you walk… and you walk… and you walk… and you walk some more… further and further… your legs using up more and more precious energy with each passing stride.
It wasn't long until your thoughts takeover, desperate for salvation just as much as you are. Why is there nothing here?! Where is the exit?! How do I get out?! But no matter how far you walked, how long you took, the dull surroundings remain the same. It's all dried earth… nothing else…
Then disaster struck.
After days of nonstop walking, exposed to the harsh sun, your body gives up.
Unable to walk another step further, your legs give way, and you collapse onto the solid ground.
Mustering up your remaining energy, you crawl along the ground, but it doesn't take long for your arms to weaken in the same vein as your legs.
Your limbs have been rendered useless. Your stomach: craving sustenance. Your throat: dried from dehydration. Your skin: roasted red by the hot ball of plasma that is the sun.
What you've done was powerless. You have accomplished nothing. And now your body is on the receiving end of your terrible choices. Choices that can't be changed. That grand timber door in the cave was a trap. A lure that dragged you inside, only to be a false promise into slow, excruciating suffering.
There's only one thing you can do now.
It's time to accept fate.
As you lie down, preparing to greet the inevitable, you can't help but hope and pray that your body will randomly
no-clip out of here.
But, out of luck, your prayers go unanswered.
Then, hours later, the pain came. The terrible, terrible pain. It was slow and mild at first. But it increasingly worsened as time continued.
Soon, your dehydration and starvation are now stabbing at your insides with extreme potency.
You first feel your total lack of fluids begin to show as your blood shrivels, exposing the veins originally concealed under the skin. The sun above acts as another killing blow, drying the sweat emerging from your pores.
Then you feel your stomach squeezing agonizingly, desperately begging for any sustenance. But as nothing fulfilling is provided, the stomach is left with no choice but to digest your body from the inside.
The squeezing feeling gets worse. Unbearable, even. The pain feels like something is tearing your body apart inside as the sun delivers waves of heat to the outside. Every organ, every limb, every inch, was inflicted by the agony.
The suffering is prolonged. You desperately just want it to end. Hours pass. Hours that feel like days. Hours that act as cruel punishments for entering this wasteland in the first place.
Days and days of this pain later, your body finally succumbs, as you close your eyes for the last time ever. It may be merciful for it to end, but now your hope of living life to the fullest has been erased from possibility.
As your lifeless corpse lies upon the scorched earth, it rots and rots, and soon your skeleton will remain for years to come. A husk of a body forgotten by all who knew it, that failed to find food, failed to find housing, failed to find success, and, worst of all, failed to find an escape.
The Backrooms is cruel. And the Backrooms
craves suffering. Because this place is not any old Backrooms level…
