I'm crawling through a vent with George and Nick behind me. Patches ran in here, but I swear I've never seen this vent in my house before. It's a pretty big vent and was in the middle of the guest room. It goes straight down, but it's slanted a little bit.
"Can you guys hear her anymore?" I call out.
"I haven't heard her in ages," George replies. Just then, we all hear a small meow.
"Patches!" I call, and she meows again.
"Where the hell is she?!" I mutter. Nick huffs.
Suddenly, everything goes black, and then I feel myself fall and hit the ground. There are two other thuds beside me. Something kicks me. I cant open my eyes. I cant speak. I can barely breathe.
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"What the fuck?" I say, getting up, looking around.
This is the only thing I can see.
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George is awake with me, but Dream is passed out.
I kneel down beside him and try to shake him awake. I feel his pulse, and he's still breathing.
"This is like those things on reddit, something rooms..." George starts.
"the backrooms." I say.
"My phones not working," George says.
"Same. I think we're in the back rooms, but he's not waking up." I say, looking at dream.
George and I ended up sitting down beside Dream, saying nothing. Every 5 minutes or so, George reminds me to check Dreams pulse.
"I cant stand this smell," George says.
"How long do you think it's been?" I ask.
"You've checked his pulse 13 times. I've been counting. I'd say it's been every 4 minutes. Roughly. 13 x 4 is... 3, 6, 9, 12. 12 plus 10 x 40... 52. It's been more than 50 minutes."
I check his pulse again. But as I move my hand over. He starts to cough.
"Holy shit, he's alive." I say. He rubs his hands over his eyes as he sits up, but he keeps coughing.
"Are you okay?" George says.
He spits, and wipes blood from his mouth, shaking his head.
"No," he says. He looks around, getting up. A small amount of blood trickles from his mouth.
"Where the fuck is this?" He says.
"I don't know. I woke up first, then George, and you woke up an hour after us."
He completely ignores everything I said, and gets up and walks around. George and I follow him without a word.
We walk for hours and hours and end up having to just walk in our socks because our shoes are giving us blisters.
