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A collection of new SCP files made by me, if they share any resemblance to existing SCP's it is accidental. Each chapter focuses on a different SCP.

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SCP - 12315 (The Killing Fields)

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by Hamavery64

by Hamavery64

The following series of notes were recovered in the wilderness of █████ and given to the foundation on July 28, 2020.

The symbol "-" indicates a passage of time between recorded events.

Journal entry #1
January 23, 2015

I'm lost, totally lost.

I never should've left the car, I thought it was a good plan. Leave the car, find a gas station, a house, a person...anything.

But here I am, sitting on the ground at the base of a tree, the sun is going down, and I'm all alone, I don't even know where my car is.

My phone hasn't had a connection to the internet since a couple hours before my car ran out of fuel, all it's good for now is typing these notes.

I guess I'm doing it to make myself feel better, less lonely maybe. I don't know. I thought It might be good to let my thoughts out.

The sun has gone down now, I guess I should get some sleep, I'll update you tomorrow.

Journal Entry #2
January 24, 2015

I slept well, that's good at least.

I've been walking most of the morning, it's getting warmer as the sun comes up. Thankfully the trees are enough to keep me shaded.

I know this is going to sound cliché, it does to me, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched. Maybe I'm just thirsty. I need to find food and water.

The sun is starting to set again, I'll find a place to sleep.

Journal Entry #3
January 25, 2015
3:33 AM

Something is watching me. I woke up to the sound of breathing. Now I can't sleep, maybe it's stupid to be typing out these notes right now, but I don't know what else to do.

It's so dark, where's the moon light? Everything feels wrong. Why is the breathing so loud?

Journal Entry #4
January 25, 2015

The moon, it's...not there. I don't know what's going on, maybe it's the dehydration. Why are there no houses? Where are all the people? Am I all alone here?

Stop watching me.

Journal Entry #5
January 26, 2015

They're all around me. I can't see them, but I can hear them. Shuffling around like vultures waiting for me to fall dead. Fighting over who gets me first.

Me, no me, me, no me, me, no me

Journal Entry #6
Date Unknown

I found my car. Right back where I started. It's rusty and covered in dust. How long have I been here? Why is it so quiet? I need water..I think I'm dying.

I can't do it anymore.

Journal Entry #7
Date Unknown

I can see them now.

Mangled and spindly, agile and cruel. I can't focus on them or my head splits, nose bleeds too, so much blood.

They surround me, moving closer and closer, nodding their heads like curious animals.

Sharp, curved teeth, long legs, black eyes. So much blood.

They're closer now

Lonely. Thirsty. Moon. Dark. Watched. Blood. Help.

Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.

Alone?

-/-/-/-/-/

On ██████ the foundation deployed a security containment team to the location where the phone was found. The following communications were obtained when a sudden burst of information mysteriously escaped the anomaly sometime later, including three minutes of a monotone voice slowly repeating: Blood. Blood. Blood.

Noble 1: Albatross this is Noble 1 actual, we are on site at this time, subjects abandoned car is here. No sign of a struggle, no body either.

Albatross (Command): Copy Noble 1, search the area.

N1: Copy.

N1: Albatross we found a body. Albatross come in.

The following is local radio communication from the squad after communication with command was severed

N1: No response, connection is cut off. Strange. Simmons, Fielder, report back to my location, we found a body.

Simmons: Copy.

Simmons: (With radio still active) Fielder lets go. Fielder? Fielder!

N1: Simmons, Simmons come in. (Screaming can be heard distantly) Gilson, check it out- wait, Look out! (Gunfire) (screams)

N1: Albatross this is Noble 1, Come in Albatross! We're under attack! Gilson and Ronaldo are down!

Unknown Voice: Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.

N1: Command! We need-

these communications were obtained when a sudden burst of information escaped the anomaly, including three minutes of a monotone voice slowly repeating: Blood. Blood. Blood.

Research on SCP-12315, its designation derived from the date the notes began, is still ongoing. An electrified fence has been put up around what is estimated to be 100 square miles of affected land. No creature has been caught for study, no footage or first hand accounts exist. All personnel who came in contact with the SCP's designated 12315-1 were killed and subsequently hidden by unknown means. All retrieval missions have failed, and expeditions have been put on hold due to substantial losses of personnel.

It is speculated that some sort of disruption field surrounds the area, cutting off all radio contact travelling into or out of the area.

No further information.