My Little Containment Breach

When a pair of emergency lights came on, the room was empty. D-9341, the only alive Class-D, had just left the room.

"We need to get the fuck out of here!" Yelled the intercom operator.

"I couldn't agree more!" Said Bailey. both of them ran to the elevator, which was already up on the floor they were on. As Bailey and the intercom operator board the elevator, someone came on the P.A. system.

"The site is experiencing multiple Keter and Eucid level containment breaches! Full site lockdown initiated!" Multiple explosions and gunshots rang out from the distance. Screams of terror and agony can be heard in the mix. Bailey pressed a button next to the door, causing the door to shut and the elevator to move. Bailey got slight butterflies in his stomach from the elevator moving downward. The elevator door opened, presenting the now dark atrium.

"Okay, the shortest way to the evac shelter is through the left corridor after we cross the overpass" Bailey said to the intercom operator, who than nodded in understandment. As Bailey and the intercom operator proceeded, a distant explosion shook the entire facility, causing two pipes on the wall to break free of their hinges. Both pipes hit Bailey and the operator in the head. luckily for Bailey, he was wearing a riot helmet, so it only knocked him out. Unfortunately, the operator wasn't wearing one, so the injury was fatal.

Bailey eyes started to open. It was difficult, but he managed to open them.

"What happened?" Bailey said to himself, rubbing his helmet. Then his senses returned to him. He looked around. Everything was oddly silent, so silent, that he can here his own heartbeat. Bailey knew he wasn't safe, far from it. He got up. His head was slightly throbbing from where the pipe had hit him.

When his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, he saw a body on the floor. It was the intercom operator. He had suffer from massive head trauma. Their was nothing Bailey could do for him.

"Well, better him than me!" Bailey said. He started walking blindly, bumping into the doorway that lead into the atrium. Slightly moaning in pain, Bailey pushed the button and the door opened, revealing the bridge that lead over the office. He proceeded forward. About halfway down the bridge, a huge bang echoed throughout the room, startling Bailey. Bailey sighed with slight relief.

"It's only the vents. I need to remind myself that that happens daily". He continued down the overpass, reaching the end of the hallway.

When Bailey entered the three-way tunnel, a feeling of creepiness came over him. He felt as if he was being watched. After a few seconds, he turned around. Bailey saw two white dots next to each other above the door, almost as if they were eyes staring. He closed his eyes and shook his head, seeing nothing.

"It is probably my imagination." He laughed nervously. Bailey then proceeded through the right tunnel to a door, marked "Cell Block D." He pushed the red button next to the door, thus opening it. he walked into the room. On his left were two sets of five doors on each side. To his right there were two sets of 16 doors. Bailey turned right and proceeded. Then he stopped, glancing at a door on the right. It was open.

Bailey readied his FN P90, and walked forward slowly and carefully. A pool of blood came into his sight and got larger the closer he got. Bailey turned the corner and looked into the cell, Seeing a Class D. The D had short brown hair. His face had a couple of freckles here and there. He was wearing an orange jumpsuit. All Class D's wore these to Identify them from others. On the right side of the D's head was a huge slash. The D was holding his chest, where three more slash marks where located. Bailey Aimed his gun at him, taking slow breaths.

"Wait! Don't shoot!" The Class D struggled to say. He had a Russian accent, although it had a bit of Ukraine in it.

"Yeah, and why not?" He said, putting slight pressure on the trigger.

"Because if you do, you will be all alone in this facility." He said. Bailey Lowered his gun a little, but managing to keep the gun aimed at the Class-D.

"Also, I'm one of the i-innocent Class D's. I was t-taken off the street and k-knocked out." The D stuttered. Bailey lowered his weapon fully.

"Okay. I guess trust you, but if you do anything, and I mean anything stupid, I will not spare you. I'm not even supposed to be sparing you!" Bailey said. He then looked down at the pool of blood. "Is that yours?"

"No. I-I think it was one of the guards. Last thing I remember was the sirens going off and a guard opening the door to shoot me. I tried disarm him but something tall flew at us, and it was fast! It hit me and knocked me out, I don't know about the guard though." He said, appearing as if he was struggling to breath.

"Wait! it can't be! It can't get out!" Bailey said to himself, beginning to nervously pace around the cell.

"What?" The Class D asked. His eyes followed Bailey. The question only seemed to make Bailey pace around faster. "What?!" He screamed, startling Bailey.

"What did it look like?" Bailey asked, still pacing nervously.

"I didn't get a good look, but it looked tall, and it was very pale." The Class D responded.

"We can't be here for much longer. Here's a bandage, get yourself patched up and we will be out of here."

Bailey handed him the bandages and the Class D started to patch himself up. "Hey, I am going to wait over here. Alright?" Bailey said.

"Okay." Replied the Class D.

Bailey leaned against the adjacent wall and sat down. He had finally realized the situation. Are we the only survivors? Can we make it to the Evacuation Shelters? Will we get out?! The thoughts flooded Baileys mind until he shut the out. Bailey had to think of a plan, or else...

Bailey sat still, thinking, when he felt something on his arm. He ignored it for a second, but something urged him to turn his head. Bailey eyes widened as he saw a decomposed mucus-covered hand on his arm. The Hand was coming out of the wall. Before Bailey could react, another hand jarded out of the wall and grabbed Bailey's face.

"He-" Bailey screamed before his voice was interrupted by the hand gripped around his mouth. He struggled for a way to get out of the things grip, but to no avail. Bailey knew very well what was happening. It was SCP-106. Bailey managed to grab hold of his Shock baton and jabbed 106's arm. SCP-106 didn't mind the shock, but the light emitted was enough to make it release Bailey and disappeared back into the wall.