(Dr. Lavrov glanced over at the the shadow next to next. Quickly, he turned on his flashlight to reveal not an instance of 008-1, but 027. Lavrov stood in shock as ants and other tiny insects ascended up the man's body, swarms of them, and Lavrov could tell 027 was not very happy.)
Dr. Lavrov: "What the hell!? How did-- you shouldn't even be here. How did you-"
(027 moved his arms forward, and suddenly the ants leaped from his body to Lavrov's. They bit down in unison, causing a great pain to surge throughout his body. This was a strangely hostile and new development in 027's anomalies, as it was never shown to ever to manipulate its insects before. Lavrov dashed down, the hall trying to evade 027. He hadn't known how 027 got to this site, only that he knew that his office was no longer a safe haven. He grabbed a radio in one of the rooms and shouted.)
Dr. Lavrov: "We have a Level 4 containment breach! Warning, we have a Level 4 containment breach! This is not a drill!"
(Dr. Lavrov then started to curl up and even roll on the floor, trying to relieve the itch and pain from the collective ant bites. If he didn't get help soon, he'd be dead.)
Dr. Lavrov: "Help! I need medical attention! Someone, please help!"

053! 053!

*He made it to 053 containment room. Luckily she was still there.*

Oh thank god. C'mon, I'm getting you to safety. I don't trust you with Scp's running around. We'll stay at my office until this has been resolved. Here, come have a piggyback ride with me.

*053 got up on Baton's back and they were on their way to his office.*

Let's avoid confrontation with anyone or anything. Worse that can happen is-

* hears a voice on a nearby radio saying, "We have a Level 4 containment breach! Warning, we have a Level 4 containment breach! This is not a drill!"*

I'm shutting up now.

Before Hoffen could answer, the lights turned off, and the entire place was left in darkness. He heard Lowrey leave the infirmary immediately, how he did so without tripping, he did not know. He waited a few minutes for the lights to come back, but it seemed like it would stay like this for a while. Sadly, he didn't have a flashlight with him at the moment, and there were none in the infirmary. He used his hands to feel around the room, and exited it without incident, he then proceeded to walk down the corridor with his left hand touching the wall as guidance. He could hear shots not far from him, but payed no notice, what alarmed him was the sound of what he knew were instances of 008 infected. They seemed close, and with all the darkness he would not be able to defend himself if they attacked. That was an alarming thought, so he was thankful when the emergency lights turned on.

He readied his bladed syringe and continued walking. This was one of those moments in which he wished he carried a fire weapon with him. It was much better to get rid of the infected at long range rather than in close combat. He kept walking, slowly since the lights were too potent, until he finally saw a group of people. Getting closer he saw that it was Trex, Lowrey and Slade. He approached then and said "Wouldn't anyone here know exactly what happened? Aside from the obvious SCP-008 breach." He thought that after this, he would have a lot of work to do. Both paperwork, and medical care for victims.

(Dr. Lavrov groaned for while, still laying on the floor in severe pain from the ant bites. He staggeredly stood up, and rocked his body back and forth violently, trying to rid of any ants that crawled up his clothes and lapcoat. His eyes began to blur, the hallways started becoming a labyrinth. He still couldn't comprehend how 027 made it from three sites away or why he had attacked him. With a limp, Lavrov started to travelled down the hallway, only to go as far as to the next hall. He heard the sound of gunshots: probably the researchers fending off the 008-1's. He should've never left the group, and now he was paying the price.)
Dr. Lavrov: (shouting) "For the love of God, I need help! I need a doctor!"
(Lavrov stumbled, and landed on the ground. Now he had began to crawl toward the source of the noise where the crossfire was taking place. Lavrov could feel the ant poison flowing through - and it hurt like all Hell. As he was crawling, through his blurred vision he saw figures and flashes of light: bullets being fired. He watched as a limb shadow fell with a flash of the bullets. Lavrov weakly called out, about to pass out.)
Dr. Lavrov: (coughing) "I need help..."

Lowrey and Trex had killed several people infected with SCP-008, when they heard someone yell out for help.
"Keep this hall defended, I'll go see who that is", Lowrey said to Trex, and he began to go back down the hall.

Lowrey was jogging down the hall, until he tripped over something on the ground. He hit the ground hard and quickly got back up.
"Sorry Lav, I thought you were dead" Lowrey said, grabbing Lavrov's arm to lift him up. His lab coat sleeve went up, revealing many red bite marks.
"Shit! What happened to you?" Lowrey asked, letting go of his hand and jumping back.
"Trex, help me get him back to Hoffen!", Lowrey called out.

Trex ran over to Lowrey, and examined Lavrov's condition.

"Well, I don't know what could have caused this. Looks like bug bites. Hoffen, get over here!"

Trex heard what sounded like the moaning of the infected coming from somewhere not too far. Possibly a horde? Trex hoped that this was not the case, for they wouldn't stand a chance.

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

Felix was still running from SCP 008-1 instance but he could see he was very far away... For now. He checked his pocket: Fortunately Sgt Humplepuff was still there. He then proceed to find any help. His radio was on, but no one was talking. Maybe someone talked when he was running but the addrenaline and the fear made him ignore the radio.

Felix proceeded to find anyone, any normal human who was not infected or dead. Except for D-Class. He could hear some voices very far. Maybe he was imaginating? Having illusion? Or was really true? Was really help there at the far end? Felix rushed to see if anyone was there but the place seemed like a maze, even after working 6 years at the facility. He saw some bullets on the ground.

"Still hot... Someone was been here recently..."

He could see light on the end of the hallway. Finally help? He ran to the end, hopping to find help. He could see a guy dressed has a MTF and a Enderman... could it be?

"Phew... Finally, some help!"

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*

*hears unidentified footsteps*

Someone's coming. Hold on.

*see's a nearby door,open it, and goes through it and closes it.*

It so dark. Need a lighter.

*pulls out his lighter and lights it up.*

This is a closet. Thank god. And a roomy one as well, he whispered.

*lowers 053 to the ground and looks at her face. She looked concerned.*

Don't worry. You're safe as long you're with me.

"Are you sure? It seems so dangerous out there.", said 053.

I know but, still, all we have to do is make it to my office without being spotted and caught. It may not be easy but I'm sure we'll succeed.

"But what if something happens to you?", 053 said.

Trust me, nothing will.

*He gently held her hand*

We'll have to wait in here awhile. Until the footsteps goes away.

Six years was all he asked, no incidents like this expected. Some security the place had.

Gale, one of the few MTF wandered through the hallways of the facility. So far, he'd heard other MTF blasting the place, but no actual meetings with any. is only adio was lost after a quick flight from several 008's.

He gripped his rifle and continued down the hallway. Screams from nearby, he couldn't pinpoint with all the echos.

He entered a nearby office. Paper strew everywhere, and even two dead 008's! And yet, his luck had changed. A radio sat on a desk, and he swiped at it.

Breathing a sigh, he hoped desperately that his voice would somehow be heard through all the other MTF reports.

"Any personnel, this is Golf One, repeat, this is Golf 1, does anybody copy?"

He pulled his finger off the trigger of the radio and waited silently in the office for a moment, hoping that someone would answer.

Slade was in the generator room, when his radio sounded off.

"Golf one, this is Cpt. Slade Grevik of the Mobile Task Force Delta 7, what is your current location, over?"

He stared at the generators, and noticed a dead doctor next to the control console. His badge read, Dr. Carson.

"Hmmm"

The power, was only shut down, and it appeared Carson was the last to use the console.

"Damn, this looks like an inside job."

He used his card, to reset the power. The lights flickered on, and the generators shook and made the usual noises. He up linked his radio, to the site wide intercom.

"Attention all Foundation personnel, the power has been restored. All non-combat personnel, find your way to the safety rooms, and stay clear of any SCP 008-1 instances. All combat personnel, sweep your sector, and report back to the armory. We're not in the clear yet boys."