The Upheaval [Creepypasta story]

The Great Escape

With the blaring sirens fading into the distance, Alex found herself swallowed up by the surrounding darkness of the forest. She didn't stop, however, as adrenaline pumped through her veins, fueling her escape. She darted through the undergrowth, a specter of the night, chased by a fear of recapture.

A branch whipped against her cheek, the sting reminding her of her newfound freedom. She winced but didn't slow down. She couldn't afford to. She knew that the SCP Foundation would spare no resource to recapture her. The same determination that had propelled her through the horrors of the Backrooms now powered her escape.

She ran for what felt like hours, her senses heightened by the danger she knew was nipping at her heels. She could feel the life of the forest around her, and while it was alien compared to the sterility of her containment cell or the endless halls of the Backrooms, it was welcoming. It was freedom.

When exhaustion began to weigh on her, Alex took refuge in an abandoned sewer tunnel she stumbled upon. The dank, cold air of the tunnel reminded her of the Backrooms. But unlike those eerie, never-ending halls, this place was just an echo of her past trials, not a continuation.

As she took a moment to rest, a rustling sound alerted her to another presence. Turning swiftly, she was met by a masked figure standing at the entrance of the tunnel. An instinctual fear gripped her, but she quelled it, reminding herself that she wasn't defenseless. The figure seemed to sense her wariness and backed off, leaving behind a bag with essentials - food, water, a medical kit.