SCP Foundation (Part 7): Beggining of End

Chapter 4

"Nazis." Abram stops, going behind a tree as a platoon walks by. There were tons of these men walking by, they wore full on military uniforms and fear with the swastika symbol plastered over it, the uniforms were almost completely covered with skin however.

The only way that skin would survive in this world out in the sun was if the skin was completely flailed off the victim. The group walked by as a tarp was put out over a carriage that carried something behind it, "We can walk by- right?" Lauren says.

"Yeah, we can." Abram walks out the tree, immediately noticed by multiple of the combatants with blood and black skin of a human covering them.

"Stop there. Now." One of them says, pointing a gun up at Abram. Abram puts his hands up.

"I'm a brother. And so is she." Abram says.

"Brother.. white, he must be. Show us it, your face."

"I can't do that now can I.. I'd die surely." Abram says.

"Show it, now." He moves closer with the gun pointed at him.

Abram reaches his mask, he looks down, away from the sun and covers himself up by hooding over his face, "What's all this?" A man says, Abram stops in place as the man continues to inspect him.

As the man inspected Abram's facial features another man walked up, this man was tall, bulky and had tons of mass that even poked out his uniform. The man also had large amounts of skin plastered all over himself that hanged off of him and drifted with the cold Canadian wind, "Where are you going?" The man asks, as the skin moves around, making a strange wet sound as it moves.

"North, Alaska." Abram says.

"Not far from here, would you accommodate us?" The large bulky man asks.

"Who are you?" Abram asks.

The man freezes as he hears him ask, "I am.. the one savior of our world. The ridder- the Exterminator some call me, I have killed.. thousands, I have cleansed the world by the death of thousands, I clean the race.. the world will remember me, thank me, I am the Exterminator now."

"This guy.. killed thousands." Lauren says, looking up at him with hatred in her eyes as he stands tall against her.

"Impressive, never met someone that vicious, how did you do it?" Abram asks.

"My brother.. I do it because of glory. The world needs more like me, if it wasn't for all those dirty rancid simians than this world would've never been this way.. everything would've been better. And now we march, to Alaska. We found those that help start this over there." Abram was surprised hearing the Exterminator say this.

"Alaska.. same as us, and who are you going towards?" Abram asks.

"They call themselves the Foundation, SCP Foundation, my brother. And now, we will go there.. take everything, it's better under our control than that of some inferior things.. better we than have it in the hands of some- of those things.."

"Things?"

"You know those disgusting creatures.. those whose skin boils with hatred, the other things.."

"You mean- African Americans?"

"Africans.. Asians.. one's who take our things, ruin them, all of them. They shall be- DESTROYED."

Lauren pauses, "B- but why? They never did anything to you?" Lauren says.

"TRAITOR TO YOUR OWN RACE?" The Exterminator steps up in front of Lauren, towering several feet over her.

"Calm down, she just wants to know more about the plan. She doesn't sympathize with those- things." Abram says.

"You think I'm a fool? I have seen it all, the manipulation they convey onto us.. you almost copy there tactics there. How about- how about we put you there? With them, in the carriage. With the coon?"