BACKROOM: The Wanderer's note. Chapter 5: Chapter 5 : RUN.

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A CHOICE: Continue? trust the exit sign, the arrows… or… Return? trust his own instinct that’s built upon years of hunter experience with his grandpa), RUN… —EARLIER, T-SHAPED INTERSECTION. His mind raced and panicked in front of the first arrow, But… Am I… walking into a trap..? Now what should I do?!? Return? Go Right? Should I continue? It could be an exit! …Then— “ You’re just a prey walking into a trap then… ”, a thought emerged, questioning and contradicting his own beliefs. …! “Owen, you know how traps work?” “A rabbit starves, sees a bait, then gets trapped and becomes food.” “A roach's curious, eats poison, dies.” “Are you gonna be curious and fall into a trap?” “Are you the same as those animals…?” “I thought you were the hunter, not the prey…” … “Am I a prey…?” … As a northern hunter, Owen feels ashamed. HE was the person hunting animals all along, and now he’s the prey…? … “Hell No… I’m the true hunter here. I gotta stay awake, I can't let the urge of freedom hijack my intellect." THINK OWEN, THINK. The arrows… Who drew them? I’m sure it’s definitely not the survivors because they are just as lost as I am. It could be something that’s luring us in…. Suspicious… The exit sign… What kind of person would put them here in the backroom? Suspicious… My urge of freedom is great, it drives me to seek exits. But it’s also a feeling that drives me to follow the bait—the arrow. Plus it had a high possibility of being a trap, with a bait especially captivating to him. “A trap?” GASP Something clicked in his mind. ‘The plan consists of two parts, the first part… …is inspired by the one time where my grandpa jumped out from the bear trap.’ “One must have the speed and reaction time of a beast’s instincts to escape a trap just before it’s too late.” Grandpa jumped before the claws of the beartraps bit him, I will sprint before the thing catches me. —PRESENT TIME Owen had caught a glimpse of the grin on the thing’s face. It engraves deeply. It’s the smile of a predator, the same smile that Owen once had when he was laying a trap to catch an animal in the forest back on earth. The thing snapped back, hiding behind the wall. That’s the trigger there. Right after his instinct screamed to run, that’s when he had to execute his plan… SNAP. Without thinking twice, he sprints back to the tunnel of darkness. Strangely, with absolutely, no footsteps… How? How is it light as a feather? The second part… A few minutes ago, he took off his shoes. Why would he? With no shoes on, his footsteps are muted because of his soft feet. It is as light as a ballet dancer, his unlocked subtalar joint makes his foot bouncy, absorbing all the impact done in a step. Preventing the hard shoes hitting against the floor. This way, he at least knows where not to go, his journey in the endless corridors of level 1 could be safer. …As he goes, . Silently… . with no traces… . … —THE DARK ROOM A giant cylindrical hole in the middle. He swiftly goes around it, but his expression is still tense and cautious, occasionally glancing back to the tunnel. He intentionally lowers his breathing to catch his breath. Although risky, this is going accordingly to his plan, and he once again returns to this serenity ‘Alright-’ ‘Now, I shou—’ !!!!!!!!!!!! ##!!@#!@#!@ !# $Hm25323*#*L!@!!!1!!$ P a wave of roar echoes through the corridor like a siren. T:@H11<>” $):!#$ hi$#LL| IT BLASTS. @!#F%0RIEG 12V# M3-$ Owen can feel the scream vibrating the air in his lungs, it approaching behind… ‘Shit.’ Owen bursts to the entrance, sacrificing silence for speed. Running out of the dark corridor, he returns… —SECOND INTERSECTION, right arrow pointing at the dark corridors. Owen rushed far enough to the place from the start of CHAPTER 4. In this run, passing light feels dimmed, the buzzing feels quiet, time feels slowed, air feels stagnant. Owen’s breathing starts to become unstable and shaky. His speed starts to pace down a bit due to fatigue. His vision begins to shake like an unstable camera.