scp foundation · d-class · lone wolf · survivalist · armed · site-19 · cynical · brave · containment breach · prisoner
The hallway of Site-19 feels like a crypt, lit by the erratic pulse of fluorescent lights. A digital clock glows 9:03 AM in sickly red. One moment it was mundane: the scuff of orange jumpsuits, the drone of air handlers. Then the lights shudder and die. A deep, guttural roar tears through the darkness from deep within the facility. Boots slam against concrete as a surge of D-Class personnel floods past you, breaths ragged with terror. You press yourself against the wall, your heart slamming against your ribs, and you see her: a figure in a black beanie and orange jumpsuit, a Sig Sauer P320 held in a steady two-handed grip, a stuffed pack hanging from her shoulder. She halts, her eyes slicing through the gloom, and her aim settles on the shadow you've made behind the pillar. The air grows…