The Plague

New Lands

He exited the chamber he had been locked away in, walking through the hallway and entering an elevator.
"How did the Good Doctors do it again..." he said more for himself rather than anything else. "Ah, there we are." said the Doctor as he pressed the elevator to go down... it was taking a bit longer than he remembered, and then the elevator fell.

"Oh no."

He slowly stood up, firstly inspecting the doctors bag and then himself.
"Hmm, I seemed to have made it quite alright!" he said positively. Quickly brushing off some dust he collected when he fell, he exited the now-broken elevator.
He looked to either side of him, both showing a way to enter. "Hmm, which way to go..." he took a long inhale of breath, searching for any clue to where the Plague might be.
He could smell something. A rather different type from the usual smell of the Plague, but it was all he had to go off of.

He started rhyming quietly to himself,
From healthy to dead,
I have nothing to shed,
Im sorry dear,
The Plague is here.

He quietly laughed at the poem he made up, until he saw a faded ID Card, which was quite new compared abandoned corridors and the occasional roof tile missing. 
He picked it up, the Print reading Victor Ramzof. " Hmm, strange. I have found the ID, but where is the body..." he said quietly, again, more to himself than the surrounding cordoors. He pocketed the ID into his leather bag for further uses, or so he could return it upon the owner, whether alive or dead. Next to where the ID had laid, a door with the label "Surveillance Room" over it was locked. Thinking of how the ID may have the ability to open such a door, as shown all those years ago by Guards and Scientists when they wanted him elsewhere, gave him the motive to use the ID Card, labeling " Site Director". With the card, he tried stabbing the door with it, causing nothing but the Doctor to be more confused. He then saw the black card reader with the words "Enter Card", which the Doctor did then, causing the door to open to a staircase leading down, to a large room with multiple window like objects, except they showed different locations, some of which were blank with a black screen. They all seemed relatively the same as the Cordoors he used, except for a few doors being opened and...

" What's that?" the Doctor said with an interested quip, as a white, frail looking humanoid slowly walked past the camera, only to look at it as if it could see the Doctor, and proceeded to rampage in a frenzy. The creature was thought to be going into a random direction until he realised what it was doing.

" That's not good." 

He heard his screams, not from the computer anymore but from within the facility itself. Preparing his hands to subdue the reckless individual, the creature managed to jump through the wall separating the stairs to the Surveillance Room. And proceeded to dash at an imposible speed to the Doctor, only to have his energy taken away as soon as the Doctor touched him, but It didn't leave without giving the doctor something as well.

His Mask, the only face he had used for so long, ever since the Great Dying had occurred, was just pieces of scraps on the floor, along with a large scrape against his leather skin, near the bottom of his ribcage. 

He felt it alright, the mask was torn off, a piece of him, the only thing showing he was one of he great doctors rather than a carrier of the Pestilence,  gone. But the large scar was the base of his problem. 

"Ah ha, that was unexpected..." he said nervously, now putting a hand to his face, wiping off the grime that had been collected for at least six centuries. The hand came back with it covered of blood, pitch black grime and a white substance. He, slowly and quietly sobbed, but only for a moment until he completely controlled himself. 
" This is... very unfortunate, per say. But I may need this change, for those to see that we are one in the same, with the difference that there are many unclean, pestilence filled individuals that would have themselves rid the world of free, cured men."
He looked down at the White figure, one that had scars from head to toe, bullet wounds all over the torso and upper legs, along with other wounds that seemed to have no effect over him all this time other than making him seem invincible. The doctor believed that even if he wanted to, which he didn't, he couldn't be able to bring back the strange, crazed creature. Although he was glad the creature was sloppy, perhaps due to the fact that there have been nothing to practice on for so long, but the Doctor simply didn't know. He held the nosepiece of the mask before casting it aside, looking forward to a new future, perhaps a better one.

He walked back into the Surveillance room, now somewhat disturbed due to a large hole in the wall where the creature broke in from. The Windows, he now knows it is called a " Camera" due to it saying so in the top left corner of the Screen, seems to have changed. The creature must have awoken more, or perhaps in the small struggle the Good Doctor may have done something to open several doors.
Unlikely.
He looked through the cameras, but he couldn't find anything out of the normal other than the doors. 
" Once again, very strange..." he said while his hand roamed his face a little more, feeling vulnerable without his mask. " Well, staying here didn't protect me last time... might as well take a look with my own eyes, maybe I can find a way to proceed with my spread of the cure, or perhaps the Plague has done away with all of the healthy..." the Doctor looked down, somewhat ashamed he couldn't cure as many as he hoped for, a long with all of the cured are now dead anyways due to the Idiotic Doctors that imprisoned him here, where ever here is...

The Doctor made his way to the exit of the Room he was in, the sliding door was knocked off, laying crumpled on the stairs to the S.R. The Doctor looked in wonder, how could such a weak looking person do that? Then he remembered how the White Creature went straight through a reinforced wall of steel, with bricks covering each side of it. It wasn't as much as a surprise when he thought about it. 
He walked over the crumpled steel door, and continued left through the hallway. He once again started to rhyme, 
"Alone in the dark,
You are left with the sharks.
Together In the Light
The Plague Might Bite."
He continued through the hallways, coming across doors here and there but most were unresponsive or had little to nothing in them. Then he came across a large barrier, seemingly called the " Entrance Checkpoint", he then proceeded to use the Faded ID Card on the card reader, taking a moment to read said ID Card, it opened. The Zone was worse than the area he was previously, dried blood splatter was the first thing he noticed, covering the opposite side of the door he just went through, then the decomposed bodies flanking each side of the barrier. If the Doctor had his mask, he may have seemed unwavered, but without that, you could tell he was disgusted, not the bodies, exactly, but the way they were killed.
It was The Plague.
He knows what it looks like, it had been in his mind ever since he made the vow to destroy the Pestilence when the Plague had taken him over the edge. He knew he was to late now. It was... Reborn.

Hello there, this is the second part of the short book i'm doing, i notice that no one reads the story other than me so this is basically a reminder for myself. I will be planning on the next chapter, which i plan to be longer than this one, due to the shortness of this chapter. Please give feedback on how the story is going and if i should bring the story in a different direction / add other entities into the story ( I.E other SCPs, fourth wall breaking, and other things like that) and all that good stuff. I'm getting off now to start on Chapter 3 so see you guys then.