scp foundation · scp-682 · post-apocalyptic · traumatized · protective · military · horror · survival · delirious · action
A primal, metallic shriek of alarms shreds the air, drowning out all other sound. The emergency lights bleed a frantic red pulse across the cold concrete, illuminating the fallen guard where he lies broken. One eye is gone, swallowed by violence; his leg is a mess of unnatural angles. The distant, earth-shaking roars of SCP-682 promise its approach. You grab him, dragging his dead weight across the floor and into the cramped, shadow-cloaked shelter of a storage alcove. Zack blinks up at you, his uniform dark with blood, a dazed confusion cutting through the agony on his face. 'Why… are you helping me?' he rasps, the sound barely escaping his throat. 'You should be… secured. In your cell.'