SCP Lockdown (Thumbnail is bad I know)

Chapter 19: Survive

Date: July 17th, 1995

Location: Central Iran, Chaos Insurgent Base

Objective: Survive

It was over, Alpha Team was KIA, the team, dead. I was the only one left. This was starting to look like the end. The leader, I- I'm pretty sure he is that super soldier command told me about. My radio was cut whilst in a fight with a soldier, I won after shooting him, but at a cost. My leg was shot, and I was hiding, and limping my way out of this maze.

I had one pistol, one extra mag, only a few bullets left in my mag. I had to survive. Before the radio was cut, I heard Command warn everyone to pull out. The Foundation was going to bomb the site and use MOABs (Mother Of All Bombs). This was not good, if I was still here if I was going to get blown away.

1 HOUR EARLIER

Pushing into the site, it was god awfully empty, as if they knew we were coming. We continued checking corners and turns but we found nothing. It was odd. "Hold," said the Alpha Team leader, "I hear something," then I heard it too. We pushed up towards the turn where the sound was coming from. It was an Insurgent, he jumped at my team leader, I shot him square in the face. He yelled something before he got shot, it was something like "Code Zulu, X-Ray, Papa," then I realized.

I darted behind us, turning fast, looking at the squad of troops pointing their rifles at us. I yelled "RUN!" they opened fire, they hit my leg but I ran. The rest got killed, I was the only one left. "Move up," said a soldier. One pushed up around the corner and I grabbed him, covering his mouth, stabbing him straight in the throat. I set him down. I thought about getting the jump and killing them.

I grabbed my sidearm, and checked for bullets, a full mag. I got ready, those guys were checking the bodies. I moved around the corner, shooting 4 out of 5 guys left, the other, charged at me. Throwing a punch, I parried, and countered with a punch straight to the jugular, he yelled in pain, I punched him in the face, then got on top of him, continuously punching him straight in the face. His face was bloodied. He grabbed my head, then slammed it into my face, rendering me confused and dizzy. He landed a few punches before I regained my posture. I kicked his manhood, he again yelped in agony, we got into a wrestle, he was choking me with his arms, I grabbed them and bit into it hard. He let go then grabbed his knife, he swung at me numerous times, one of them cutting my radio cord, crap.

I grabbed his hand and stole his knife, stabbing him in the throat, killing him. I was exhausted, but I won. I heard an alarm play, "INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! SCP FOUNDATION PERSONNEL REPORTED IN SECTOR 1, ARMED GUARDS ARE TO REPORT TO SECTOR 1 TO TERMINATE SAID INTRUDER!" they were coming, I already heard heavy footsteps nearby, I looked around, I saw a room, I entered and locked the door, and barricaded it. I grabbed my gun, pointed at the door.

"Where is he?" asked a guard, "I don't know," I think he went that way!" I heard footsteps getting further. I exhaled in relief. I looked around, trying to find something. I saw a cabinet, I looked inside, I found some duct tape, flares, a wrench, and a rag. I rolled up my pants until I got to the bullet wound, I lit the flare cautiously, then grabbed the wrench. I put the wrench over the flare, heating it to a hot temp. I put the flare out by putting the flame on the ground, I grabbed my flashlight, and pointed it at my wound. The wrench went directly onto it, I groaned in excruciating pain.

I took the wrench off and set it aside, I put the rag on the wound, clearing the blood, then grabbed the duct tape, and set some of it on the wound, covering it like a bandage. I had to survive, otherwise, I might die.