At War's End - Female Furry x Male Reader (On Hold)

Chapter 11 - An UnDeadly Encounter

Gray, light gray, dark gray, black, and blood. These colors made Heavy Containment the hellhole it was. It was dark, cold, and metal. Everyone in your group was on edge, guns out and ready to shoot.

It was dead silent in the facility, nothing was heard, except multiple footsteps and many short, sharp, scared breaths. The loud roar was gone, no more screaming, no shooting, no blood splattering against the walls. Just silence.

And that was just tip of the iceberg when it came down to how creepy the facility was. Your group has encountered no SCPs, except for 079, since you took the elevator.

You had a terrible feeling something horrible was going to happen.

"It's quiet. Too quiet," Stacy said. David huffed and said, "And next thing you know all Hell breaks loose."

"Don't say that," you told David, though he was probably right. That's normally how it goes in horror movies, right?

Even if all Hell doesn't break loose, it didn't mean anyone was safe. Stacy was always checking your group's back, making sure nothing sneaks up behind you. Both Ned and David held a firm grip on their guns, not daring to relax for a second.

Vixey was flat out scared, clinging on to your right arm, being careful of your hook.
*Why do I keep forgetting about my hook,* you mentally asked yourself.

Of course, the answer is the author's neglection of this story.

(A/N- I know.)

You were well aware that your group were sitting ducks. The corridors were small, tight spaces, making them perfect for an ambush, whether it be by an SCP or the MTF.

Door after door, the same corridor appeared, with an occasional turn or dead end. And the infuriating part of the facility was that everywhere was a dead end. Nothing made sense.

After what felt like an hour, your group stopped and started to plan on your next move.

"I say we go back the way we came," Vixey said, pointing to an open door.

"What do you mean 'back the way we came'? We've tried to do that for the past eighty hours," Stacy yelled. Of course, she was exaggerating, but it felt like you've been Wandering for an hour or so.

"Alright, we need to think this through. D-boi, you think you can get that radio up and running," you ask David.

"Uh, maybe," David replied. Ned knelt down next to David, whose was taking off his bag.
"Let me help," Ned said, helping David.

Stacy, Vixey, and you stood guard, keeping a sharp eye out for any SCP or MTF.

---With group B---

"Where the hell is he," Arctic mumbled. Alex was missing and he hasn't been answering any of Arctic's calls.

"For all we know, he's messing with us," Malo piped in. Arctic growled in disapproval.
"If that's the case, he's going to get a bullet in his head," Arctic menacingly said.

Sparx and Malo looked at each other, worried expressions on both their faces. They were worried more about their own safety than anyone else's at the moment.

Arctic is a good leader, but a terrible furry. They have no sense in humor, no remorse, and no forgiveness.

Bonnie wasn't even that cruel, and he was supposedly a reformed criminal. Despite his crime ridden past, and his violent thoughts, he knew better than to kill someone over a joke.