Backrooms - Endless journey

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As a kid my parents would tell me of heaven and hell and how all the bad people would burn for eternity. As I grew older I soon realized it wasn't a place after death. It was right here. Right on this Earth.

I used to think so many people were my heaven. When they left I thought I experienced hell on earth. But no. Oh God no, this was worse.

These hallways, they kept going, I could feel my mind start to wonder, every rational part of my body failed to work.

This, whatever this was, is hell. True hell.

There was no distinction of time, my watch, one I had gotten from my grandmother refused to work. Not to mention, I haven't seen any food, water or any other things in this place.

This is fucking terrifying. I think i still have water in my bag.

My bookbag rested on my back with the weight of books spreading evenly. I slung it over my shoulder to rest it on the floor. Unzipping the top part to reach in, feeling around,

"There it is!"
I exhaled, pulling out the big Dasani water bottle, the ones you could buy from a gas-station that had the baby bottle like lid.

I took a sip, feeling the cold liquid on my throat finally made me realize how thirsty i was.

"Alright that's better. I oughta save it though."

I slipped it back into my bag then rested it back on my back.
------time skip(2hrs)------

I had taken so many turns and wondered a bit far yet i had no way to tell. There were no clocks and little indications of time other than what my body felt.

Walking for a while does get exhausting after some time..

I want to give up. I want to just sit down and wait for something to happen. There is little hope that anything is going to save me.

Is there even an exit?
I didn't have much time to dwell ,however, I turned a corner waiting for another mono-yellow wall to greet me. Only to find white and tan walls that made a full room.

No entrance or exit seemed to be here either. In the center of a room sat a round, wooden table. Few chairs were scattered around it even one knocked over.

I walked over to the table placing my hand on it to feel the wood. It felt real, but I couldn't exactly tell. On the table were papers all looking to be the same, except one, it had writing on it.

I picked up the paper to examine it more.

"If you're not careful and you no clip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the backrooms.
Where it is nothing but the stink of old moist carpet.
The madness of mono-yellow, the endless background noise of fluorescent lights at maximum hum-buzz, and approximately 600million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be trapped in.

God save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell heard you."

What the fuck is this?

"Backrooms? What? Is that what the other place was?"

My mind kept trying to wrap itself around whatever this place was. I had been in this room for maybe an hour before the lights shut out.

Startled I looked around and found my way to one of the corners. I laid down overcome by exhaustion.

Maybe this is the places way of telling me to sleep

I didn't dream. I was in a void. My eyes shifted open and i looked around. The room now had a door...