"All combat personnel, sweep your sector, and report back to the armory. We're not in the clear yet boys"

Gale blinked, and with that, the lights came back on. He could see the bodies more clearly, and he looked away. He pulled up the radio at the voice of the caption and said in a shaken yet firm voice,

"Slade, you're alive? Well, I'm in the office room, looks like all the workers evacuated. The MTF split down pretty quick, there's not many left. The only ones left are digging in from the sound of it. I'll start heading for the armory, over"

Gale strapped the radio to his side and continued his way through the facility. So far, the only instances of 008 had been the dead ones, and even then the cracks of gunshots were echoing from all direction, but it had begun to lessen.

He entered smaller room. The lights were out in here, but the room was small enough that the need for a light was useless. Nevertheless, he switched the light on his rifle and looked about.

Rustling, he switched to his left where a closet was set and closed. There was a voice, but it was silent now.

"Hello? Identify yourself, right now!" he shouted at the closet.

"Hello? Identify yourself, right now!", said an unknown voice.

*A concerned look was brought onto his face*

Stay here sweetie. I don't want him getting harmed by you, he whispered.

*053 looked confused*

Do not fire! I'm a friendly!, he shouted.

*He quickly opened the door, went through, and quickly shut it.*

See?

"Get yourself to the safety rooms as soon as possible, it's not safe here. The 008's are bound to roam around here"

The Doctor nodded and Gale closed the door behind him. As he did, a pair of kind eyes appeared in the darkness. He his heart skipped a beat at the sight and he began to

open the door and drag the man out, pulling at his neck with glee

run out of the room. When he'd cleared a distance, he cursed himself for letting the thoughts cross his mind. Though, it never was himself. He pulled his rifle back up and continued on his way through the corridors, searching for the armory and hoping for Slade's quick reply.

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(Note, the italics are a style of writing adopted from Stephen King. It's a run of sudden thoughts)

Trex and Lowrey were walking down a corridor when the lights turned on, along with Slade's command on the radio.

"Ah, finally word from Slade. I guess we should start heading to the safety rooms."

The many moans of the infected could still be heard, but Trex could not pinpoint where they were coming from.

*At The generator room*

"So, you finally got the power back on, didn't you?" said an unknown voice behind Slade.

Omniary: fuck you anglerfish can't smell
Dr. Trialtrex21: how you know bitch
Omniary: it probably could smell you though
could probably smell your fucking dank ass nasty powersuit structure gel trog ass enslaved protein bullshit sloshing in your suit from a mile away

*heads back to the closet and opens it*

Time to head back to your containment room. I can't bring you to the safety room with me. It's would compromise everybody's lives.

*053 had a sad look on her face*

I'm sorry. But don't worry, after this is all over I'll come back to your room and we can have our daily conversations again. Come on. Let's go.

*053 gets on his back and they leave the room*

Let's try to avoid any confrontation with anybody else. I swear I saw a twitch in the man's eye when he saw you.

*They headed back to 053 containment room."

(Dr. Lavrov's eyes shuttered as the lights came back. He must've fainted from the ant venom, which was still coursing through his veins. He glanced around and saw Lowrey and Trex. While still in writhing pain, Lavrov was able to prop himself against a wall. He spoke modestly despite the situation.)
Dr. Lavrov: (fierce coughing) "Can one of you get a bottle of aloe vera cream and antihistamine medicine from the medical room?"
(Lavrov was nodding in and out of sleep. He'd occasionally grip at his chest. Things were not good.)

((EDIT: Misread, sorry about that.))

"I guess I could teleport over there, but I haven't used that ability in awhile due to request by the O5s. I don't know where the nearest medical room is."

Trex walks over to Lavrov and helps him stand. He helps him walk, and they continue towards the medical room.

Omniary: fuck you anglerfish can't smell
Dr. Trialtrex21: how you know bitch
Omniary: it probably could smell you though
could probably smell your fucking dank ass nasty powersuit structure gel trog ass enslaved protein bullshit sloshing in your suit from a mile away

BAM!

The flare trailed a path of light through the darkness of the tunnel It passes through a second tunnel and exploded. A loud moan echoed in the corridors and one of the 008's exploded in fire.The rest surrounded the burning man in severe interest.

"Well, that solves one thing" he said, and made a mental note of this. It was a feeble advantage, but an advantage nonetheless. A distraction that would last for a few seconds, enough to run. He continued his way through the corridor.

His next door opened into the containment area. To his immediate left lay SCP-012. He pulled out a key card, an easy level 5, and opened the way into the containment area.

Inside, he saw that the doors had been opened. He proceeded to input codes in the computer to lock them, and when he did, he found the song file for the SCP. As he read the title, he was reminded of an old song, maybe an entire decade old. An yet the sound of singing filled his ears.

He remembered two verses, saying, "there was never any mystery of who shot John F Kennedy"
What a dream he'd had. It was then that that the next verse stood out to him.

"It was just a man with something to prove,
slightly bored and severely confused"
The thought of the Chaos Insurgency seemed to fit in here. Maybe they had something to prove as well? In any such way, this wasn't a dream, and therefore, there was a mystery as to who shot John F. Kennedy, and why the facility was under a containment breach.

The door closed shut and Gale exited the room, troubled by these thoughts.

Slade heard a voice from behind him. It was not familiar to him and gave him a feeling of unease. His finger rested on the trigger of his G36C, he took a breath and turned with his sights on whoever was behind him.

"Identity yourself."

A man stood at the doorway behind Slade, with his back against the wall and his legs crossed. He was wearing a grey hoody and dark grey pants. His arms were crossed and his hood was up, casting a shadow that covered most of his face except for his mouth, which was curled into a smile. His shoes appeared to be metallic. The man was rather tall, almost as tall as Dr. Trex. His right hand was not a hand, but multiple blades attached to a rotor, which were blood soaked.

"Hehehe. Just call me Trials for now. You may recall the sounds of explosions and rockets in distant parts of the facility?"

Trials approached Slade.

"Who do you think might have caused that?"

(( Edit: Also, couldn't think of a better name for him...sorry :/ ))

Omniary: fuck you anglerfish can't smell
Dr. Trialtrex21: how you know bitch
Omniary: it probably could smell you though
could probably smell your fucking dank ass nasty powersuit structure gel trog ass enslaved protein bullshit sloshing in your suit from a mile away