Regrets And Sorrows: An SCP Novel

Chapter 1: Site 59

Dr Chandler's Perspective:

"Another day, another dollar", whoever said that saying, is a dumb and stricken-foolished man. For us, " Another day, another back-breaking, head aching and torturous work."

Site 59 hasn't been much better these days. Containment breaches is still a day to day problem flaring up, and security, even MTFs, are not doing their jobs properly these days. Global Occult and Chaos Insurgency interval raids still annoys me every time. I might just be an ordinary researcher, but I know how to fight.

The Site is built in the middle of the deserts of Egypt, and about, let's say, 10 miles away from the Suez canal. The main facilities are composed of left and right wing facilities. In the center, rests a procreational place that what we call The Sanctuary. A spheroid, glass dome, with the purpose of a resting ground for researchers, personnel and MTFs that are so haggard and frisky tired. I never even had the time to rest in The Sanctuary for long periods of time. Meh, just might be for the best.

In the left wing area, is completely a closed part. It is made of tough steel and concrete. It is mostly the place were our cafeterias and D-Class dormitories were built. The cafeterias were flocked by an enormous amount of personnel, D-Classes, and more, mostly at lunch periods. The food served was not that good, really, it made my stomach racked for a while now. The dormitories were the worst. I could see, just see, the D-Classes cramped up in tight spaces, trying to rest in sweaty bunk beds, amidst the poorly ventilated rooms, making the smell of sweat and sourness present.
Hell, if I was a D-Class here, I wouldn't even survive these conditions even on day one.

While on the right wing, things here is a little better, on the standards. Here are situated the archives and filing offices, and also researchers' own sleeping quarters or "cells" as we call them. It is already provided with a kitchen, if you're too lazy enough to walk to the cafeterias for a refuel, a single bed, and an own living room, with a TV to make your brains rot. Our conditions here are much better, and much efficient. Except those of Dr. Martin and Dr. Valerie, unfortunate are they, as both are head of security. Because they are "head of security" their "cells" are located in the left wing, together with the barbaric D-Classes. Their "cells" were built there in order to fulfill there job much better, and to ensure the safety of researchers, as momentary containment breaches and D-Class outbursts happen within the Site.

One lazy Monday morning, I woke, still dozy, a bit allured.
Maybe I forgot to take my anaemia medications. Hmph, who knows?
I straddled along, stood up, fixed my bed sheets and went on to my kitchen, for a warm, hot coffee. As I sat on my kitchen stool, and in front was a table covered in a red, velvety cloth. On top of the table was placed a coffee machine. A Dr Deluxe Coffee Machine. The machine slowly but surely, noisily spurted out hot cappuccino.
Ah, just to fill my aromatic senses with joy. As I slowly sip my warming drink, I slipped into my jeans, slid my arms into my white, with a few stains, lab coat, and after finishing the cup, left the "cell" and went on my way to work.