SCP Foundation (Part 1): Origin

Chapter 1

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The cars go through the roads, passing by hundreds of people. They pass by these people, not knowing who they are and how important they are to humanity. "They have us like sheep." Abram says, looking at the streets of San Francisco as the homeless roam about and people don't pay any attention to them. The entire city filled with people, almost feeling a lot of individualism within Abram. This was only his first day after retiring from the United States Army, however he felt as he had lost something. Like he had lost his legacy, his identity, his self worth, yet he roamed about the streets with a black suit and tie on with dress pants and a single briefcase.

"So many people." Abram says as he looks at the tons of homeless people and pedestrians on the side of the road. He walks by people, as he himself is now losing his individualism already just by wandering around.

He couldn't help but follow, as people roam the streets of the enormous city and see as people go in and out of stores, filled with lights and even more people. The smell was also terrible, reeking of rotten food, feces, urine, cigars, and a occasional smell of fresh food from a store. He was intrigued by these stores in the city, as he could see numerous things all being sold, but the first store he decided to go to wasn't even a store. But a coffee shop. He enters and the bell on the door chimes as he enters. He then simply walks to a table for two, and he sits down, looking at the window.

The smells of coffee fill the room yet it didn't tempt him, as he sat down in the store and just stared into the people and stores. He felt like an alien that had come to visit Earth, as he was amazed by the things he'd seen. The tall skyscrapers, the underground transportation, hundreds or even thousands of people all out into one area, the aroma of the stores; it all combined makes one place.

He kept staring out, completely zoned out of his surroundings, until a man came to sit right in front of him. "You with me?" The man says, snapping Abram back to his surroundings.

"What?" Abram says.

"That looks in your face. I know who you are." The man says, leaning in towards Abram. The man appeared to be a white male with a black business suit on and he wore a fedora, the man took off the fedora in and hanged it off the back side of his chair. His hair was smooth, black, and straight. "The name is Millar." He says, putting his hand out to shake Abram's hand.

Abram stares at him blankly for a second, before shaking his hand. "Abram."

Millar pushes a cup of coffee towards Abram, as he drinks his own cup. The puts the cup down and says. "Thought I'd sit with you, you're the only one here who didn't have anything and you'd probably get kicked out for loitering in here. And you seemed quite interested in whatever is going on outside- so what is it?"

"Nothing- I mean well.. this place is so big. The city, I haven't been near this many people in years, and I just can't seem to gather the thought of-" Abram stops, not able to think clearly. "The thought of people going about like this, so many damn people." Abram says.