Hard to destroy human (SCP story)

On The Run Again

We made it to a small town that sat right next to a coastline. The old lady gave us strict orders on what we were allowed to do. Mine were the worst. I had to carry one of the bags on my back to cover the bullet wounds, and one strap had to be right on the wound on my shoulder. "It'll keep pressure on it and hide it at the same time. And don't look like you're in pain, they'll think I've done something to you then." Stacy was told to hold my hand, and if asked she had to say she was my younger sister. She agreed and quickly took my hand in hers. The three of us entered a place called a hotel. It was a lot nicer than the containment facility and the cabin. The old lady approached the front desk, she ran a small bell that sat on the counter. In a few moments a young girl a little older than me walked out. "Hello there! How may I help you this evening?" The old lady smiled. "Hello. My granddaughters and I would like a two bed room please." The lady behind the counter smiled and nodded. "Of course! Let me check that in for you." She smiled at all of us then turned towards a computer. After a few minutes of her clicking and my discomfort growing she finally finished. "How many nights will that be?" She asked, glancing at the bag I was carrying. "I think five night will do just fine." She clicked a few more keys. "That will be $130 please." My eyes went wide, that much money would be impossible to achieve in such a short amount of time. "Okay." I looked over at the old lady, she turned to me. "May I look through the bag really quickly?" I nodded. She went behind me and zipped open a pocket up, the more she moved things around the more pressure went onto the bullet wounds on my back. I clenched my jaw to stop myself from groaning. Finally she zipped the pocket back up and walked back over to the front desk. In her hand she had a medium sized purse. She pulled out a wallet and clicked it open. She fumbled around for a second than pulled out some money. "I believe that's 130." The lady behind the desk counter the money. "Perfect. Your room is on the third floor, room 310." She handed the old lady a small pamphlet. I nodded my head towards her and followed the old lady towards the elevator. "Where did you manage to get that money?" I whispered. "You'd be surprised how many of those idiot SCP solders hold cash on them. But I also earned it throughout the years." We road the elevator up to the third floor. The old lady pulled a card out of the pamphlet and unlocked the door. As soon as we entered I threw the backpack off and fell onto my knees. "Shhh! We're on the third floor. You can't be making a ruckus like that." Stacy helped me stand back up. "Oh okay, I'll try to make sure the next time I get shot it won't be in the back." I got a scowl from that comment. "Speaking of bullets, we need to treat your back."

Now here I was, laying down on my stomach on a semi-comfy bed with no shirt on and biting down on a pillow. The old lady worked carefully and painfully slow on my back. A small cup had already three bloody bullets in it. I still had two stuck though. "Stop squirming! You're making this a lot more difficult than it needs to be." I tried to respond but a shot of pain made me bite the pillow harder. "There's another, now the last one." I groaned into the pillow. "Is she gonna be okay?" I heard Stacy ask. "She'll be fine, she's just being a big baby." This time it was my turn to scowl. "It hurts like hell." I complained as she began searching for the last bullet. "If you were an ordinary human you'd have either passed out or died. Be grateful neither happened." I yelped as the ripped the last bullet free. She dropped it into the cup with a clatter. "There, now to stitch you up." I groaned loudly into the pillow. "Stacy, could you fetch me the sewing kit in the grey bag please?" I looked over to see Stacy nod her head and run over to the bag. "What do we do after you patch me up?" I asked. "Then, you rest. Both of you. I'll go out and find supplies." Stacy came back with a small blue transparent box. "Is this it?" The old lady studied it. "Yes, thank you." She took the box and turned to me. "Now, bite your tongue." Slowly and carefully the old lady sewed each bullet hole shut. "This isn't as bad as you ripping the bullets out of me." I chuckled. "Your pain tolerance is high, I guess it's common with your species." I looked back at the old lady with a confused look. "Wait, do you know where I come from?" The old lady nodded, then made a clicked her tongue. "I mean, I know you're not human. But I don't know what you are specifically, no." I turned my head back around and laid it down on the pillow. "What do you know about my........ kind?" I asked. "I know that you have incredible strength, that you can camouflage as humans, that your skin can regenerate quickly. I also know that the rare groups travel around a lot." My head shot up. "Watch it! I'm still stitching here." I looked back at the old lady. "Do you know where a group of people like me could be?" The old lady cut the string and began cleaning up the sewing tools. "I'm not sure, even if I knew it's not like your kind is very welcoming to outsiders." I sat up and looked over at Stacy. "Could you tell me what history you know about my kind? I don't know anything, and it's frustrating not understanding what I am." The old woman sighed. She looked at me, then at Stacy. Stacy smiled and nodded her head. "Fine. But get comfy." Stacy jumped up and joined me on the bed. The old lady moved her chair so it was in front of us. "Now, don't go falling asleep on me. This is going to be a lot to unfold." I nodded my head. "I won't, promise." She sighed. "Alright, be prepared. This won't be very pretty."