Driscoll's Final Moments

Wanderer: Oskar Driscoll - Location: Level 0

I fear I will lose my sanity if I don't write down my thoughts in an attempt to straighten them out. I don't understand what's going on. I'm confused, scared, and I'm pretty sure that I really am losing my mind... Let me start over.

I woke up today like I always do. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, then got ready for work. I locked my front door and made my way to my car with a yawn, but when I touched the handle to open my car door, I suddenly felt like I was falling and I couldn't see anything. I don't think I could even breathe.

Then, I fell onto the hard-tiled floor of a high school hallway. I looked around in confusion for several minutes before getting to my feet and calling out for help. Though my voice echoed through the empty halls like thunder, there was no reply. There was nothing else for me to do except to get up and begin walking.

I found this small notebook I'm using to write on, as well as a pencil. I'm glad that I picked them up. I finally found the front doors and sighed in relief as I sprinted toward them, but they wouldn't budge. I pushed as hard as I could, then pulled with the might of Hercules, but they're sealed shut. I couldn't even break the glass with the sturdiest chair I could find.

I tried to break a window and got the same results, but that was when I took a moment to really pay attention to what was on the other side of that window... It was nothing. It was clear for a few feet, maybe, then it just dissipates. I can't see anything else. No buildings, people, cars, a fucking bird even... It's like it's just an endless void.

The doors won't open or break. Neither do any of the windows I happened to come across and there isn't another living soul in sight. So, where the fuck have I fallen into?

I don't know how long it's been, but I'm getting tired. I'm hungry, thirsty, and I have to use the bathroom. Where the fuck is the exit? I have to get out of here. Screw work at this point, I just want to find the door out of here and go home. I'll need to see a therapist after this...

I... I saw something. I mean, I think I saw something. I was walking around and trying to open the doors as I passed, but they're all locked. After about 15 minutes, I began to feel as though someone were watching me. I turned around and saw nothing, so I kept going.

That feeling got worse and worse, and soon, I was having a hard time convincing myself that there was no reason to start running. That's when I turned around again. There was someone at the end of the hall peeking around the corner. I barely saw them until they ducked out of sight. I yelled down the hall at them and started running toward them, but there was no one there again. Whoever was there was gone.

I'm really getting scared now. I still have no clue where the exit is and my stomach is growling painfully. I haven't had anything to drink since I drank my morning coffee and my bladder feels like it will burst at any moment. How the hell do I get out of here?!

Something isn't right here. Something really isn't right here. I was feeling exhausted, so I stopped to lean against the wall for a moment. I got that feeling of being watched, so I looked back where I came from, but it was all different.

The doors that I passed were in different spots and the lockers that were there were gone. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, but when I opened them back up again, the hallway was different again. I just turned and kept walking, deciding not to deal with it at the moment.

I can feel whatever that thing watching me is getting closer. I can't see it, just out of the corner of my eyes. Is it avoiding my direct vision to make me believe I'm going insane? Looking back at what I've written so far, I fear it's too late for that. I don't care if I am crazy. I just want to get out.

Oh, my god. I found an open locker and was absolutely terrified of what I might find inside, but it was a bottle of something called Stamina Soda and even a few energy bars. I actually cried in relief as I greedily chugged the soda and crammed the energy bars down my throat. Underneath all of this stuff, I found a small key. I left a few of the energy bars to take with me and half of the soda. I want more. I feel as if I haven't eaten or had anything to drink in a year, but right now, I need every bit of food and drink that I can get.

I've been trying to unlock every single door I come across, but they key hasn't opened any of them yet. I must've tried at least 50 doors. This place keeps changing around me, so who knows if I'll ever even have access to the right door. All I can do is keep trying, I guess, but I'm losing hope fast. It's has to have been at least 2 days since I fell into this place, yet the outside hasn't changed at all. At least, what I could see. The light doesn't go away. Ever. It's like there's no such thing as night here.

Jesus fucking Christ. I've stopped to rest, and eat and drink more. While I did, I read through what I've written so far and began to laugh. I was laughing because of how ridiculous it sounded. How insane it was. Then, I remembered that I'm the one that wrote these ramblings of a madman. I wrote all of this. The changing hallways, the thing that's been watching me, and the fact that there is no way out. If I wrote that, that means that this is all happening. This is reality. It isn't, but it's the only one I know now. I'm stuck here, whether I like it or not.

I don't know how much longer I can do this. I thought I enjoyed my solitude. I do, but not like this. Hearing nothing but the echo of my own footsteps, along with the frantic and paranoid thoughts that now refuse to leave me. I lived alone. My parents and I never really got along, so I moved out as soon as I could and got my own place with a stable job.

I was alone and it was nice, but I still saw people every day. I could hear them when I woke up in the morning. I could see them taking their morning jogs or driving to work as I too drove to work.

I saw my coworkers and was close with a few of them. I enjoyed my solitude, but I was never truly alone. I wish I could say that I am now, but I'm not. That thing is here with me. What the fuck is it and what does it want? I just want to get of here.

If it's angry that I'm here, then I'm more than happy to leave, but there is no way to leave... I'm going in circles. I've taken very small cat naps when I would take a break, but I haven't slept. The soda and energy bars are long gone now and I still have no idea what fucking door this key opens.

I'm going to die here. I was going to call off work. I picked my phone up and dialed the number, but I hung up. I could feel that I shouldn't have gotten out of bed, but I've never missed a day of work and I prided myself on that. I was a good employee and my boss relied on me. I should've just made the call and stayed home. I'd still be there. I long to be there.

Whatever has been following is growing tired of his game. I keep hearing him yell and scream that "Delinquents must be reprimanded!". I ran like hell for what seemed like forever, but his voice never leaves me. I keep trying these doors, but I've given up on expecting any of them to actually open. It's probably something else to provide me with false hope, like the doors and windows. False hope of an escape out of this random, yet repetitive fucking hell.

I thought I was going crazy before. I thought that damned silence and absence of anyone else would drive me mad, but that screaming. His screaming is going to do it. It's closer now and much angrier. I can feel my eardrums vibrate every time he screams. My head is pounding, I'm so god damn hungry, and I... I've soiled myself. God, I want out. I just want out of this place! Please!

 Holy shit. This has to be the thousandth door I've tried, but this one works! The key worked and the handle is turning! This door is fucking open and I can leave! Thank fucking God. At this point, I don't care if it's just a classroom or closet. I can shut myself in there and maybe find something to put over my ears to block out those screams.

Wanderer: Oskar Driscoll - Location: Level 20

I had hope for one second. I quickly turned around and tried to find any kind of supplies before going through the door, afraid to go too far in fear that the hall would change again and my only sign of escape would disappear. I found nothing, so with a shaking hand, I turned the handle and pushed the door open. I didn't look at first. I just closed my eyes as I stepped through the doorway and didn't open them until I closed it on the other side. I don't know why. I just felt like I should. like a frightened child afraid of what they might see.

My heart sank in an instant. This place might be worse than that school. I don't see much right now and that scares me. It's very cold here. I turned and tried to go back through the door, but the door was gone. I never moved from this spot. I opened my eyes, looked around, then turned to open the door that I had just closed behind me. I don't know what's happening to me. Why is this happening to me?

Left with no other options, I again began walking. I can see a fence in the distance. It's very, very long. I can't see the end on either side, but it is rather small. I could climb over it easily enough. Do I want to, though? I'm not as sure about that.

God, I can hardly see anything. The fog here makes it hard to. It's like there was a huge fire somewhere nearby that littered the air with smoke. I'm almost to the fence now and I think I see something in the distance, but I'm not sure what it is yet. Maybe some kind of a small building? I'll find out, I suppose.

I climbed the fence and got closer to the obscured object, and it's a bus stop. There's a small booth with a bench in it and a sign that says to wait for the bus. What kind of a bus stops here? It's literally the middle of nowhere.

Well, I've been sitting here for 30 minutes now and there's no sign of a bus. I don't think one is coming. I'm going to look around a bit more. I'm hungry and need to drink something. I'm getting dehydrated and that's not good. It's hard to see, so I'm really going to have to pay attention. Supplies will be incredibly easy to miss.

It's so cold. It seems to get colder the farther I walk. I haven't found anything to eat or drink yet and I'm really tired. I think I know which way the bus stop was. I'm going to make my way back there and try to get some sleep before looking around again. Being tired isn't going to do me any good. Especially when I have no idea where I am.

I got lucky. Really, really lucky. I wasn't paying much attention to where I walking and tripped over something. It was another one of those Stamina Sodas. I didn't find any food, but at least I can drink something now. I think I can see the bus stop again. Good. I was praying I wouldn't get myself lost.

I was right. It was the bus stop, but it's weird. Not the bus stop itself, but what I found here. There were two energy bars and another bottle of Stamina Soda sitting on the bench. I sat down on this bench and waited for 30 minutes. I would have noticed food and drink sitting right next to me. I ate one of the energy bars and decided to treat myself by finishing the other bottle of Stamina Soda I found. Now, I'll try to get some sleep before looking for something else. Hell, maybe a bus actually will come while I'm sleeping and I can ask the driver where the fuck I'm at.

Wanderer: Oskar Driscoll - Location: Level 50

What happened? No, seriously. What the fuck happened? I fell asleep on that bench in the bus stop booth, but that isn't where I woke up. I'm in a field. A very large football field. It looks like there are football and soccer goals all around, but it's foggy here. Way, way worse than the fog where that bus stop was. It doesn't help that it's dark out. The sky is black, actually. Through the thinner parts of the fog, I can see some stars faintly twinkling as they float above me. I watched them for a bit. It felt peaceful for a moment, before I remembered where I am.

Luckily, I still have the energy bars and bottle of that soda left, so I'll eat and drink a little bit as I walk around. I don't know what to do anymore. I feel like giving up. I should give up. I'm not getting out of here. I'm never going home again. I'll never see any of my friends, get to sleep in my bed, or probably even eat a decent meal. I'm going to die here. I'm sure of it. I'm just trying to make my peace with it.

It's quiet here. Almost quieter than the bus stop area. It's peaceful, but also unsettling. I feel paranoid. Like someone is watching me again. It can't be that thing that was chasing me through that high school, can it? Who knows. Nothing about any of this makes any sense. It isn't logical. It's downright impossible... I'm starting to lose it again. The paranoia is really starting to get to me.

Something doesn't feel right here. It's almost like these things aren't supposed to be here. Nothing about any of it really looks out of place per say, but it feels as though none of this was here before. Like all of this was just placed here, but why? For what Purpose? More importantly, who would've done it and why? No one human. That's for sure.

I'm definitely losing it more and more by the second. I can almost feel my mind slipping away, drifting farther and farther out of my reach. It's like this fog is invading my head and making it foggy too. I ate my last energy bar and drank the last of the soda. I want to sleep, but honestly, I'm scared to. Where am I going to wake up next? Back at the bus stop again? Is this just a dream? No. No, this is no dream. This is a real nightmare that I can't wake up from.

The more I walk and the more I see, the more I feel like it isn't right. Not any of it. The sky itself even seems wrong now. I don't understand, but I'm not going to. How can you rationalize any of this? I fear I may never know.

This fog refuses to leave. In fact, it's getting worse. It's thicker and a lot harder to see. There's really nothing else to see except for the stars that I'm convinced are fake like everything else. I can't see my hand in front of my face anymore. I have it right up against it, but I can't see it. I'm afraid to go any further, but that isn't all.

Since I've woken up here, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I disregarded it, thinking it was just a symptom of my rising panic, but it wasn't. It's like the fog. The farther I walk, the harder it is to breathe. There isn't enough oxygen in the air. Is it the fog? Is the fog making it hard to breathe? I don't know. I can't answer any of the questions violating my thoughts and it infuriates me. I suppose, I'll start walking back to where it wasn't as thick.

I started to turn around to go back, but I noticed something. Barely, but I saw it. It's the outline of something huge. I have a large pit in my stomach thinking about the possibilities of what it could be. From everything that I've experienced so far, it could be anything, really. There's only one way to find out.

I'm a lot closer now, but still pretty far. The fog is extremely thick and I feel like I'm suffocating. I want to turn around, but that's the only thing here that seems like it might offer supplies or even shelter. I have to find out. There's more than one. It hurts my eyes to try to see through this fog, but I can see more than one of those huge things in the distance. I hope it's shelter. I hope there's food and water. I hope there's another fucking person there. Someone to tell me that I'm not losing my mind and explain to me what's happening. Explain where I am and how I can get out. Wishful thinking, I know. That's all it is. Wishful thinking.

They're buildings. That makes me feel a little better. I was actually convinced they were huge monsters waiting to devour me the second I came into view. Such a crazy thought, but that's the only kind of thoughts I have now. Crazy and Incomprehensible ones. Oh well. I'll go into one of these buildings and hopefully find something to eat or drink. Then, I'll look for another place to sleep. I'm still afraid, but I've got to sleep sooner or later. Being sleep deprived will only prove to send me further into a state of absolute madness. I'm at the doors to one of the buildings now. Here goes nothing, I guess.

No. No, no... NO! I... I'm back at that school. That fucking high school! How?! How has this happened?! It doesn't make any sense! It's the door I unlocked. I turned around and saw that it was the same door I unlocked with that key. It's been so long. I've been here for so long and I've endured so much, just to end up right back where I started. What have I done to deserve this? Is this Hell? Have I died in my sleep and am now paying for something horrible I was unaware that I've done? I can't do this anymore. I can hear that thing that was following me here earlier and it's closer than it's ever been. I'm going to walk towards it. I don't care anymore. There's only one escape from this fucking Hell. Death.
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