Site-113.

Chapter 11. Is this the end?

If you'd told me two, three weeks ago that I was an immortal anomaly, and that I was going to mars, I'd just have laughed in your face.

But now look at me.

How did it ever come to this? I can't feel my legs anymore...

Right. The SCP-610 breached. Well, it could be worse I suppose.

I'll probably survive this too.

I always do, after all.

Waking up the following day, I had this strange feeling coming from my neck. I thought back at my encounter with SCP-049 and rubbed my throat.

His touch was so... Intimate. Caring. Nobody's held me like that before.

I blushed and covered my face. I'm not gay. I'm not... I sighed before putting on some clothes. I read through some SCP files, trying to get my mind off the doctor.

Today the coffee machine better work flawlessly or I swear I'm throwing it into the wall.

I pressed one of the buttons, holding a cup under the nozzle. A soft buzz came from the machine, and coffee began flowing out of it.

Lovely. I put some sugar and milk in the coffee, stirred it a little and took a sip.

So... Today marks the first day back to work as a researcher again. An immortal researcher sure, but a researcher, nonetheless.

My first assignment as a freshly reinstated researcher would be to, once again, help with SCP-610 testing. Before I was locked up, they had me researching mostly this anomaly, and I suppose I'm still useful in that regard.

I finished my cup of coffee and stepped out of my office/cell. SCP-610 is kept in the Keter wing, so I suppose I'll head there.

The testing was proceeding as expected. The foundation was still experimenting with weaponizing the anomalous disease, and the current area of study was on making it more resistant to fire-based assault. You might be thinking this was a bad idea, considering fire is the only weakness it seems to have, but we had an assignment and we followed it.

Only a moron would speak back to the 05's after they came to a conclusion.

In the middle of testing one of the researchers pointed out that a small crack had formed in the glass wall separating us from the 610 anomalies. "Relax, it's 5cm thick bulletproof glass. This could stop even AK-47 gunfire, let alone some lousy rats."

The host animals we were experimenting with were, as you could probably guess, rats. They were all scrambling up toward the wall like some sort of horde, clawing fruitlessly at it.

"Commencing incinerator activation #16."

I pressed a button on the side of the wall, lighting the propane burners. The infected rats stood no chance against the wall of fire and all lit aflame before dropping to the floor, neutralized.

I sighed. "This testing is going nowhere. We need to try a different approach..."

Then I noticed the crack from before. It was getting bigger.

"I take it back. That is definitely an issue."

I pressed another button signaling an alarm. Security would arrive in no less than a minute.

I looked around the room, noticing all the other researchers had already left. What the-

I looked back inside the testing room, and I was petrified by what I saw. Actually, what was more frightening was what I didn't see.