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Note that we only got this information from people who can mimic death. These people participate knowing that if they die from unknown causes (which is rare) we won't take responsibility—according to the contract we can do whatever we want whenever. Official information confirms that upon death there are different worlds that can be crossed or at least escaped from to reach another. We don't know the nature of these worlds but we know they don't follow the same science as the living world. It seems these worlds are not random and have specific paths, although we don't know how many there are. We can determine that there's no exit back to the living world—it's impossible for a dead person to escape the cycle entirely. We also determined that most worlds can be stayed in for the rest of time, although danger is still possible.
After talking to the traumatized subjects, the worlds seem to have a horizontal layout. Exits also appear to be somewhere in each world for going to the next, though we can't confirm the exact nature of these transitions yet. We also determined new life forms we don't know much about yet, but we know their basic behaviors as some are contained here.
Important: dead people go to World Zero, and it's been consistent as the first destination after death. We numbered them based on consistency and order reported by the subjects.
We gave paper to a subject to describe his experience and environment of World Zero. Here's what he wrote.
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Before arriving here I started looking around my surroundings. It was a small room with faint light coming from somewhere I couldn't see. I was at a counter with a lady inside it. There were also chairs scattered around like a waiting room of some sort. Only four people were sitting and they looked... lost, or more like drained. Like they'd been there too long.
I asked the lady where I should go but she just told me to sit down and wait.
So I did what she said. The chairs were made of metal so it was uncomfortable, cold against my skin. I kept observing my surroundings trying to make sense of where I was. The walls looked poorly maintained with dead cockroaches sticking to them... matter of fact a lot of them. Made it more disgusting since they were white walls, or at least used to be white. There were also droplets from the ceiling, slow and steady. Didn't look clean at all. I didn't want to know what was in them.
The four people were odd. There was this old woman who kept scratching her neck a bit too hard, like she was trying to peel something off. I did my best not to look at her. One was next to me—he looked young, maybe early twenties, and seemed to panic. He kept saying something along the lines of "How long! How long!" over and over in this broken voice. A tall man was sitting quietly in front of me. This one seemed more calm but hurt somehow, like something inside him was broken. And there was a young lady acting like a kid, not in a good way. Way too much like a kid, giggling at nothing and rocking back and forth.
Either way I didn't dare make conversation with them as that would probably drive me insane or something.
But what made me uneasy was that there were no windows or doors. Like I was trapped in a box. Minutes felt like hours and I started getting impatient, tapping my foot again and again just to feel something. So I got up and went to the counter. I asked the lady when she was gonna give me answers, when I could leave, anything. But she said she doesn't know and started laughing this hollow laugh. That's when I realized she's crazy too and I slowly sat back down.
I started to feel cold and isolated for some reason. I wasn't alone for sure but it was like each one of us was stuck in our own little world, not bothering to talk to each other. Not even acknowledging each other existed.
Time passed. I don't know how much. Could've been hours, could've been days. Hard to tell in a place with no windows and a broken clock on the wall.
Suddenly the old woman randomly screamed so hard it made me jump and I hit my head into the wall. She started panicking, clawing at her neck even harder now, and blood started dripping down her fingers. But no one else reacted. In front of me was a table in the middle with a knife just sitting there. She grabbed it and started stabbing herself in the chest multiple times. Her blood splattered on my face. You read that right—on my fucking face. I started shaking. I touched my face to feel the warm blood and vomited on the ground, my stomach turning inside out.
As I looked back at the old lady she sat down with open wounds like nothing happened. Blood still pouring out but she just sat there, calm now, staring at the wall.
I looked to the guy next to me who kept repeating the same thing, and the others who didn't seem bothered at all. I stared at the ground, at my vomit. I didn't want to see the old lady. My heart was beating so hard it hurt, like it was trying to break out of my chest.
I don't know how much time passed after that but it felt like days, maybe months. I don't even know anymore. At least no one else was doing anything wild for now. Just sitting there in their own minds. Then I started seeing things all of a sudden, things that weren't there before. I'm in distress and I'm sure people here are too, trapped in whatever hell their mind creates.
Everything around me felt like it was floating, like gravity didn't exist anymore. People around me felt like they were having a good time, laughing and talking to people who weren't there. I also started hearing music, calm music in my ear, but also felt dizzy like the room was spinning. I vomited again, nothing left but bile.
At the counter I saw my parents dancing weirdly, their movements jerky and wrong, and smiling at me creepily with too many teeth. I also felt like I had no strength left. I felt vulnerable, like a kid again.
I started to feel more distressed and bothered. Started banging my head into the wall trying to make it stop, trying to feel something real. It was hard to calm down, very hard. I just... couldn't. I really couldn't. But still I closed my eyes and started breathing, slow very slowly like I used to when I had panic attacks. I don't know how much time it took but I'm sure it was an hour of constant breathing, maybe more, before I felt calm enough to think straight.
After I calmed down I looked at the people sitting. They were acting crazy, talking to themselves and laughing at nothing, but I ignored them and walked away to the other side of the room. I think it's all in their minds because the place looked normal again to me, the hallucinations gone for now. If I could guess, this world's main weapon is using your fear and distress through hallucinations. Nothing physical unless you're so distressed like the old lady that you do it to yourself.
After looking around again, really searching this time, I found a clock on the far wall that didn't seem to work the one I saw before. The hands were stuck at 3:15. So I took it off the wall and looked at it closely, examining the back and sides. Then it randomly started working, the hands going in circles and circles, faster and faster. Before I could do anything or even react, the environment changed around me.
I was sure I found my exit, which I think I did. But then I woke up here, back in the lab. Yeah, I guess I did stay in there for a long time. Felt like months but they told me it was only 2 days.
I know it's not a true escape though. I'm sure if I was actually dead I would've kept trying to survive, kept looking for a way out even if there isn't one. I fear that place. I really do.
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After this piece of information we can now confirm 100% that exits exist in the worlds—they're real and they're findable. But they aren't true escapes back to the living world. Just a way to get to the next world in the cycle.