SCP: Apocalypse

Premonition

"BEEP, BEEP, BEE-"

A gunshot resounded in the room.

"Bang, chienne." I mumbled while slowly climbing out of bed, still tightly clutching my .38 special S&W. I looked around my room. Same as always. Boring. Now normally I wouldn't shoot my alarm clock, but getting up at 4:00 in the morning just to go to a very short and probably meaningless meeting was pissing me off.

'Tant pis. Je vais mettre des vêtements et manger un petit déjeuner très vite.' I thought whilst opening my dresser drawer. It's cold, so I chose a black sweater with some grey jeans. I quickly threw them on before trudging out into the hallway, and downstairs into the kitchen.

After blinding myself with the lights, I started to pour some cereal for myself and made coffee. Year old Cheerio's isn't great, but I'm in a rush here.

After eating, I went back upstairs to see if I looked alright in the bathroom mirror. I was starting to get some stubble, but I didn't have time to shave it. I just brushed my teeth and put on some deodorant before heading for the door. I grabbed my lab coat off the coat rack and my wallet off the table before heading out into the freezing cold of Ohio nighttime fall.

Before running right back inside because I almost forgot my coffee.

It took a couple of tries for my car to start, but it finally did and I sped off. Where I was heading, to any normal person, didn't look like anything noteworthy. I pulled up to a run-down, graffiti'd factory. Completely worthless and dangerous to enter, people would think, but that's why this was the perfect place to hide Site-19, the government lab I worked at.

Site-19 was one of many labs belonging to the SCP Foundation, a secret organization entrusted by governments around the globe to contain and study anomalous individuals, entities, locations, objects, and phenomena. Pretty crazy, but I'd gotten used to it.

I swiped my keycard into a secret terminal under a pile of fake rubble, opening up a hatch that allowed a bulletproof glass tube to pop up. It could hold four people comfortably, but it was just me here right now.

I walked into the tube, shutting the door behind me, and promptly falling over because I was still drowsy after the elevator started its descent. I got up after an embarrassing amount of time just as the elevator arrived 300 meters below the ground at the lab.

The first this I saw when arriving was a long hallway, which I knew connected to the cafeteria, holding cells, and research stations. I needed to go to the research stations, so I walked down the right corridor to the door that had my name emboldened on the plaque beside the sliding door.

'Dr. Adrien F. Salvatore'

I sat down at my desk, sipping my coffee and going through info for today's meeting at 5:00. God knows why they hold it this late at night, but not like I have a choice. I brush my brown hair out of my eyes as I clack away at my keyboard to add bits of notes here and there when I heard the door open. I spun around to be met with the tired, brown eyes of my assistant. My assistant, Jack, is a tall, blonde skinny guy from Ireland. Pretty good looking, honestly.

Hey, a straight guy can compliment another guy's looks, people.

"What is it?" I ask, still busily typing.

"Mister Salvatore?" He asked to get my attention.

"Monsieur."

"Monsieur Salvatore, I think you should look at this."

"Alright, shoot." I said, finally turning away from my computer to look at him. He had a single file in his hands. He rifled through it until he found it and pulled it out. It was a picture of SCP-179 pointing at the sun. It was certainly intriguing.