i clipped into the backrooms... Day 0: i was going to play russian roulette with my buddy but then i lost. Goodbye, world.

Day 1:im not dead... im in the backrooms... i wandered around some. But found nothing. I then found some material. I built a shelter with it. Day 2: Im hearing things like walking and static noises... I wonder what it is. Day 3: I found almond water, Pizza, and a handful of bread. Day 4: I SAW SOMETHING. IT LOOKED LIKE A GUY I SAW IN AN OLD LAB I USED TO WORK AT BEFORE THE "INCIDENT". Day 5: IT FOUND ME AND IT RIPPED OFF My ARM. I GOT AWAY THOUGH. Day 666: It has gotten me. It was a slow and painful death.