Dr Felix woke up again. It was the second time he fainted. Luckly 173 wasnt there. He may not wake up next time.

"Aww crap, ill just go somewhere safe... Like my office"

Felix procceds to his office, probably staying all the time there until the facility is secured. It would be probably a matter of hours. Or days...

"You know what Humplepuff? Is better if we go directly to the Gate B entrance. Is the more closest and that way were more safer than here"

26 Fe + Mexican food =: lets see if you're oh so mister oh so smart
26 Fe + Mexican food =: who am i
ShadowDust: IronFajitas
26 Fe + Mexican food =: fuck
ShadowDust: *flies away*

I-I don't know. I guess I just randomly passed out while trying to find who needed help.

*He suddenly felt the envelope in his pocket*

Don't let anyone see the envelope. They won't understand except for you...., a voice in his head whispered.

*Got up and looked around*

I wonder how everyone else is holding up?

Dr. Scott, now armed with a crowbar, hacked and slashed his way to Gate B. He managed to get to his office and rescue Josie. 008-1 instances everywhere at every corner. This was not the safest way to go, but it was more awesome to kill zombies than run from zombies.

At a corner he encountered another mutant 008-1. He was caught by surprise at that moment and hit by a 10 pound fist. Scott would not give up yet. He ran towards it back and jumped on like it was a rodeo. He pounded the crowbar on the mutant's head while Josie could watched cluelessly. Scott was rammed into a few walls with broken bones and teeth, but that didn't stop him. One last hit to go until suddenly he heard a gunshot. A well aimed headshot on the beast instantly kaput it.

When Scott got up, he saw a fellow scientist who was brave enough to come to the rescue.

"Cease fucking fire!"

Slade stood between Heathen and the Nine Tailed Fox. He points to the squad leader.

"Your man just killed on of my men, he was injured, not a fucking zombie!... Your man's moving, get him to safety, we can fix him."

Slade turned to Heathen.

"Get him to a doc... see if they can save him."

The initial rush of anger had now dissolved, leaving him tired, but he did as the Captain said, he pulled the dying man onto hi back and carried him a ways away. Nine-Tailed Fox remained where they were, and soon Heathen was left along in the empty halls. The Medical Ward couldn't be too far.

As he continued on, he found that that the next crossroads was an impassible blast door and...

"Oh for God's sake..."

An elevator. Down in the tunnels. Heathen breathed a sigh and entered the elevator.

~~~~~

It was a beautiful morning, and he was in a forest, no a park. It was so stranger to be here. There was a sparkling lake to his left, and farther than that was a small town. As he walked, the man in the overcoat and fedora looked to him and gave a smile.

"You know, walking here reminds me of a good story, one that really happened. Would you care to hear?" The man asked, and Gale nodded, "Well, there was a man. He wanted desperately to refuse the use of weapons of mass destruction. Such was that the government needed to end the war, or it would drag with many deaths. But mass destruction could have been so much worse a fate. One especial man, a doctor in all honesty, felt they had too be eliminated. He would the leave to work on his masterpiece, fiddling with the many gears in the murder machine.

"It was then that he went to reason with a foreign government on surrender, but they refused. He made every attempt, and ended up in the street, beaten about an inch from life. When he recovered, he took a walk and saw the many people of the city playing and conversing. He felt that those under the bomb site would feel the rush of anger as long as the burial site remained. It was then that he found a park and walked it. In it, he found a bench."

Of course, there was the bench. He sat down, and Gale sat with him. He did not speak for a moment, but looked at the city and finally said,

"He finally realized that this was the site. And I had seen the bomb fall, and you know what? I saw it with a bright clarity. His bomb was called Little Boy. But your bomb? Yours is called Alpha And Omega. The Beginning... and your end"

The sky exploded in hell fire, and the bomb detonated over the land. The mushroom cloud rose over the sky, and the man besides him frowned at the sight, he looked to Gale and said, "There are many more threats than that, but keep this in mind. Your friends are all you have, and the rest... well be careful, won't you?

One last smile, and a shock wave blasted everything from view. Gale was gone, and Richard looked back to the hell and contemplated his next move. Of course, there was no next move. Only to wait for the next disaster.

The breach was slowing down, Slade didn't see 008 anywhere. However that still left SCP-173 and SCP-106. He brought another D-class into 106's containment chamber, and strapped him to the femur breaker. A researcher took care of the rest of the containment, and 106 was back where it belonged. He checked his watch, and sighed. This breach was the longest they've had in a while, and they lost too many good people because of it. There was no way this was an accident, a GOI had to have played some part. Was it Are We Cool Yet? The Chaos Insurgency? The Serpents Hand? The Church? He had no idea, but was determined to find out.

Pain, all this excrutiating pain lining the scars that ran all throughout his body. Surely a fire would have been a better fate than this? But the pain abated slightly, and now came a strange numbness on the head. There were strangely distorted voices everywhere, and it took a moment to recognize them as the fellow MTF.

"Captain Grevick, I think he's awake, you might want to be here"

Gale heard the sound of footsteps, and the voice of the captain came, "You alright, son?"

Gale managed to open his eyes, and he looked directly at the captain. The reaction was unexpected, and the Captain and MTF were looking more disturbed and shocked than relieved.

"Don't mind the 106's job, we got ourselves a bigger problem. Help me out won't yah?"

Slade pulled him up and held his hand out. Gale looked at the mask, and wanted to punch the man for the insult, then chastised himself at the thought. After all, the MTF could shoot him again for looking the way he was. He pulled on the mask, and felt that the air was cleaner now. Even with the lens, he could still see quite well.

"Slade, where's Heathen?"

Dr. Lavrov: "I think most everyone is alright, at least from our Wings. Not sure about Steven, I hope he's okay. As for this breach, hopefully it'll fly over seeing how most of the oh-oh-eight dash ones are gone and oh-two-seven is re-contained. One-seven-three shouldn't be too difficult to find."
(Dr. Lavrov stared at Dr. Baton for a while, who seemed unease about something. He couldn't put his finger on what it was though. Lavrov then just reflected on the day as a whole though. He was alive, and that was something to be thankful for.)

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(Dexterity could feel the sense of helplessness and panic dying down now. A feeling of security was returning to the facility now. There was rarely any of them monsters ripping apart and killing the agents and researchers. He even saw that vermin being restrained and back in his containment by MTFs. Didn't see the one who socked right in the face. Maybe he died, Dexterity thought. Dexterity was now being cautious, being sure not to get himself caught. He found SCP-058's room, unattended still. (Now, let's see here... Ah! There we go!") After some fiddling with the controls, SCP-058 was out of the room, whipping its tendrils around ready to attack anything. Slipping out a small wiretap-like microphone, Dexterity chuckled. There was no one singular mind control device, there were many like his, though these were just prototypes.)
SCP-058: "The lost children daunt the womb of the desolate mother left rotting to be eaten by the vultures on the dark violet sky."
Dexterity: (speaking into the microphone) "You will destroy sectors 11, 12, and 13 and kill everyone inside. Leave no prisoners."

(SCP-058 sped off, travelling three sites down to his destination. Looks like the mind control device works on all beings, sentient and primal. Dexterity let out a hearty laugh at the destruction he would cause. Now he had to leave the facility and deliver some news to the guys back at camp. Before he vanished in a puff of smoke, he gave one last smile and muttered something about "saying goodbye to an old friend." Then he was gone.)

"After he dropped you off here, he went to go check sectors 11,12 and 13. I'm actually going there in a few to go check up on the lad. Ah, you look a little different, but your vitals are good, and you should make a good recovery. Need a drink?"

Dammit, SLade you don't leave him a man alone, 'specially not a guard!"

"Oh he's with an MTF, but Heathen's carrying him."

"What for?"

"He's shot. Heathen took the shot. And now he's taking him to the medical ward."

~~~~~

Of all the places that could have held an SCP, this had to be the worst. Considering the two tunnel, there was hardly anyplace to run. The elevator doors opened to the desolate chamber, and Heathen stepped out. The MTF was now more of a dead weight, but he held his responsibility to take this man to safety. He walked through the chamber and two turns took him to a containment chamber and a small supply closet. The blast door to the containment chamber was open. He wanted to leave it alone, but curiosity overtook him. Inside was an empty room with a door to what looked to be an interrogation room. In it was a man in a witch doctor's garb and a beak mask. He stood as if he were contemplating something, then looked up to the guard.

"Greetings", a voice inside the mask said, and the voice seemed to echo in Heathen's mind, "Oh my, you have a victim of the disease?"

He stared at the face of the doctor, and contemplated his next move. Certainly the doctor believed he hadn't the disease, for he wasn't attacking him. He put down the MTF, and looked to the doctor. He didn't move for a moment, and it was then that Heathen realized something. A picture of Gale just before he'd been shot, his eyes, he'd seen them clearly.

"He took you in the dimension, didn't he?" Heathen asked. The man was silent longer, but he his hands were about to reach up, but he stopped and clenched them. He then turned away.

"I can see the scar in your eyes. You... you had the pestilence, didn't you? You cured yourself, but you became scarred," He said, and the doctor looked back, "You're putting people out of there misery, no? When someone is injured, hurt, whether it be from physical or...," he remembered reading Addendum A-1 for the doctor, "melancholy wounds. That's the pestilence, right? You've always taken the operators and workers, and all the Class-D's because the had tumors of anger and rage at everything they see. And your methods, they're not the same as you did for yourself, is it?"

The doctor turned back to Heathen, and the eyes looked wide open. He suddenly grabbed Heathen by the neck, forcing him against the wall. Breath was quickly being lost, and soon he was feeling the loss of conscious. It was then that the doctor let go and stared bleakly at the guard.

"You're certainly not one to contract the disease. But your acquaintance here has contracted it very recently. I assume it was your doing, I see it in your eyes, the guilt is obvious. Never despair, I'll cure him"

He produced a bag, and out came only one tool, a scalpel. The MTF was now awake and trying to sit up. He was forced down and stabbed through the neck. When the knife was pulled, he cleaned off the blade and stored it.

"No, it wasn't the exact method. I was more of an herbal doctor than a witch doctor. Certain herbs will do wonders my dear friend, but others will turn against you. I don't think you would understand just how bad, however I have reason to believe Richard does, and he certainly understands that pain."

Heathen stared questionably at the doctor. He stood up and glanced out the window. A mask'd man, Slade, and well as many MTF appeared and aimed at the doctor. Heathen nodded to the doctor and exited. The mask'd man came forward and pulled of his mask.

"I see you took care of the MTF, that's fine. Surprised he's not a zombie, but no matter. Com now, we have bigger problems to tackle"