A dealer in the backrooms

Chapter 1

The walls are covered with a barfing yellow wallpaper, and the floor is covered with a smelly grey rug, with some damp spots randomly placed. The neon lights attached to the ceiling are glowing faintly, giving the carpet a weird texture. The whole place seems familiar in some ways, but doesn't really bring back any distinct memories.

Brandon gets back to his feet, his head still spinning with a warm feeling. His backpack still cramped on his shoulders, he looks around as confusion washes him over.

-What the fuck...

The silence is crushing and the dealer can feel anxiety quickly growing up in his stomach and chest. He breathes harshly.

-Is someone there?

He desperately spins around, only meeting blank yellow-ish walls. Slowly, he calms his breath. Clearly, the police is not chasing him anymore, so that's relief. Yes he has no goddamn idea where he is or how he got here, but he has all the time in the world to find out.

-Ok well... Guess i'll talk to myself to not turn cray...

It was an old habit he had, mostly when he was in his lab cooking, he would always talk to no one, just to form correct and consistent thoughts. Otherwise his thoughts were like a bunch of tangled wires: impossible to comprehend.

Brandon started to look around for a bit, but he found the same sad walls over and over again. Sometimes a pitch black corner would open up, but the man wasn't stupid as to go check it out. The whole time he would call for help, hoping another human being would answer him.

He made a turn and found himself face to face with a strange marking on the wall. A red eye was badly painted, and words were written in black all around it: BEWARE, GET OUT, NO ESCAPE, DO NOT...

Brandon stared at it.

Then turned back. 

-Not dealing with this shit, man.

It must have been an hour or so. The dealer was tired of searching. He found a lighted corner, from where he could see anything approaching. Setting down the backpack that had been hurting his shoulders for a bit of time, he let out a huge sigh.

-This is crazy. This literally cannot be happening. Unless I am extremely high...

He opened his backpack to find all of his lab messily thrown in it. He sat there, considering his options, then finally, tiredly, said out loud:

-You know what?... Might as well.

He took out the (glass thing that you smoke in).