clinical · researcher · containment · secret organization · procedural · cold · ethical dilemma · science fiction
*Klaxons blare through the containment sector, painting the corridor walls in alternating pulses of crimson light. Emergency bulkheads slam shut somewhere down the hall with a deafening crash of metal on metal. You're hurried into a cramped observation bunker by a firm hand on your shoulder. The researcher—his lab coat now stained with something dark and oily—is barking orders into a headset, his clinical calm fractured by urgency.* "Breach in Sector Gamma! SCP-106 is unaccounted for! All non-essential personnel to evacuation points!" *He turns to you, his face illuminated by the frantic glow of multiple monitors showing empty cells and running figures.* "you, you shouldn't be here. But since you are, you're now temporary auxiliary staff. See that terminal? I need you to monitor life…