I've fucking had it with these god damn doors all having the same shit. God damn it. I finally found working shampoo and an actual sharp knife after 2 weeks of living here alone. Its time I go to lower floors, I need to switch things up, I am so bored, I don't even care, I can release my stress on those disgusting face spiders.

I attach the knife to a broom handle with tape, it'll snap incredibly easily but who cares, I just want to kill something so bad, I just want to do something, anything. I walk out in new baggy clothes I had found, comfortable fluffy bunny slippers on my feet, the rotting food outside of my room is getting pretty smelly, especially with the lack of ventilation. Maggots are growing on it which makes no sense, don't maggots come from flies? I haven't seen a single fly, thank God.

I don't deserve this, this sucks. I get to the closest stairway, I had this whole area memorised from repetition, its crazy how the human mind adapts to anything and tries to be as efficient as possible. I step down, the weird goo on the stairway making the slippers fall off, i decide to just go barefoot, its not entirely uncomfortable. Surely its good for the skin, anything disgusting is good for the skin, like mud, clay and I think pee is also good for the skin? No clue.

Wish I had a book, why wasn't I a crazy survivalist? I could've had cheat codes to surviving, I should've been a terrorist in the real world, know how to build bombs and stuff, my god what I would do to see this place burn up.

I open floor 295, I skipped 296 because I had already been there with jack. I walk through, it looked similar to floor 296 but with more awesome fleshiness, webs almost everywhere. I use the spear to cut through some as I reach the closest door.

This room had actual things, batteries, green beans, poker cards again, glasses with a prescription I don't have but I bet they make me look like a hot librarian. In another room there was a real bag, like a backpack, made of leather. I found some yellow fruit, it was perfectly round but looks absolutely delicious. Why did Jack and Leo never go to floor 295?

I walk over to the bathroom and find even more stuff, there was a beanie in the bathtub for some reason, I put it on going for the homeless look. There was makeup, foundation that did not have my skin tone, its not like I need to glammer myself up, could I seduce an echoist?

I walk out with the bag on my shoulder, there was another stairwell super close by, great. I get to go deeper into hell. I made it to floor 294, everything was wet, like soaked and covered in mold, the carpet especially. Weird particles, or I guess spores pop out every step. Blackening my feet like ink.

The hallways on this floor were super open and less like a hallway, most of the plants were dead sadly but I did take a few small pots and bagged up the soil for later. Could farm.

I cough out a bit, I'm probably getting sick, they did say it was dangerous. I open up a door and instead of the usual room it was a super open space with computers and desks. An actual office. The walls here were yellow and the carpet was green and hard.

There was no mold in this room, so I take a breather. I hear crashing and the fastest steps I had ever heard in my life. I hold my breath and look over. There was a man wrapped in bandages, only the mouth visible giving an unnecessary smile, frozen in what looked like a sprint. I breathe out a bit and it moves again, looking like a sped-up video of a man running like an animal. I hold my breathe again. Okay. Okay. It is about halfway through the room, my mouth is closed, it moves whenever I breathe. Those are the rules. I can't breathe.

Okay. I open the door and step out, closing it softly, holding my breath, I can't run because I don't want to gasp for air. I can't breathe.

I step slowly, trying to keep a zen with myself. I can't breathe.

My movements become faster, speedwalking, my lungs begging for release, but I cannot breathe.

I see the stairwell in the distance, I begin to run, hoping to get this over with, I feel sicker and sicker.

I gasp for air involuntarily about 5 steps away from the stairwell, hoping I'm in the clear. The door behind me explodes from the sheer force, the sound barrier bursts and hurts my ears, I slam my hand into my mouth squeezing it shut, something is firmly holding my other wrist. I hear breathing behind me, a soft and wet breath on my arm, hot and warm.

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I manage to move my body to get a good look, its mouth is over my arm, holding my wrist, its mouth has several layers of teeth like a shark, its jaw open way too far for its humanoid form. I slowly, while losing consciousness from my lack of oxygen hold my spear, the knife slices through the skin like butter.

I slide the knife through the neck, no blood comes out, the inside which should be meat just looks like more bandages. Its head falls off and soon the body goes limp, releasing my wrist.

I gasp for air, falling on the ground, the inky carpet staining my entire body, I keep gasping. This is why you don't go to lower floors, that was nightmarish. My body slides on the floor, I cant get up yet, I feel sick and dizzy with the worst headache ever, like ice picks are being slammed into my brain. A build up of what can only be described as super metalic vomit comes out of my mouth. Leaving an awful taste lingering. I make it to the stairwell and fall asleep.

No cooking, no eating, no showering, just sleeping.

I wake up gasping for air, a thin layer of black sludge is covering my throat, I cough and cough as it comes out like rocks, slimy slimy rocks. I'm still at the bottom of the stairwell, my headache is worse, my eyes feel disgusting like a goo is covering them. I wipe them and black sap stains my hand.

I cough for another 7 minutes, trying to get all of the stones out of my throat, the stones get more and more mushy, i feel some slide up my stomach as i vomit yet again.

I lay on the concrete floor of the stairwell, the room spinning, every thought is related to my wrist being grabbed somehow, food grab wrist, drink grab wrist. Theres a man grab wrist, words combine as my mind makes sense of something that isnt even here, its like my brain is trying so hard to figure out a puzzle. What am i even saying?

I begin to sweat, i practically start dripping, a puddle appears where I'm shivering, im lying sideways now, I'm so cold but so hot but so cold but so hot but so cold but so hot.

After a time of spitting out black goo I decide to reach into my bag, doing this felt monumental, i grab some soda, hoping it'll fix my dehydration. Cracking it open i taste it, it tastes like how beetles smell, its disgusting but its a liquid so i have to drink it...

Why don’t i just die? This’ll be over if i just die, ill go back to the rooftop and be fine...

After even longer i stop sweating so much, I eat some ‘santa chips’ which are incredibly sweet, but its not bad, I’m unsure how long I’ve been here but the bread i had taken had gotten moldy. So somehow that long, bread molding long. My stomach hurts so bad, i feel like its about to explode and ill die of internal organ failure. I fall asleep and wake up.

I try to push up, standing like a new born child, my ears are damaged i think, i can barely hear out of the left one now. I pick up the leather bag and wrap it around my shoulder, then the spear. I want to go home... not even ‘home’ home, just somewhere safe. Floor 297...

I step up the stairs and go into floor 295, ill need to find the stairway that has floors 296 and 297. Then ill be fine. I step across the red webs, it latches onto my foot then lets go, leaving faint bleeding. I continue walking, trying to remember my way there. I hear tiny feet behind me, they get louder and louder. Louder and louder. Urghhhhhhhh.

Turning around i see a blonde woman with blue eyes, crawling left, then right, then left, then right. Trying to find a way to attack me. Its little leg hands are pushing it up into a tip toe position, each finger bent. I just walk towards it and try to stick it with the knife spear, I'm so done with this.

It dodges barely and runs up the broom stick super quickly, my reaction speed must be incredibly low because i let it bridge the gap and bite my hand.

“OW, DAMN IT.”

“ow... damn it.” The voice of me goes through my ears, I thought echoists didn't go down to these floors? The face spider lets go and runs away, leaving my hand bleeding and I think a finger broken.

I step into the closest room and lock the door. Staying very quiet. I walk over and drop the bag, I unplug the tv instead of smashing it so it doesn't alert the creature. I then, for the first time find a balcony. I slide open the glass door and walk through, there are cigarettes on a table, I see the pit, full of balcony’s and windows that go infinitely downwards. The balcony above me would be easy to reach. Ill do that tomorrow.

I sit on a chair, there's wind out here, actual wind. Fresh air, after spending who knows how long in that stairwell this seems like a well deserved break, i grab a cigarette and walk over to the gas stove, this time it works. I light it and walk back out.

Jack and Leo are out there somewhere, at least some people find happiness here, I take a drag in, this feels like a reward after all I went through. I had never been much of a smoker, just a drinker.

My finger is incredibly bruised and bent by the knuckle, it stings but after dying it seems like nothing. Never thought I'd not be complaining about having a broken finger, me in the real world would be calling for an ambulance. Screaming down the street like a mad woman.

I finish the cigarette and drop it down the pit, groaning as I walk back inside and onto the bed. The sounds of little feet are really noticeable in the silence. Now I know why jack and Leo didn't live here, it's like living next to a highway.