“No. I don’t think anyone does.”
“Me neither,” James stares out into the eyes of the poor thing clawing at the glass window.
“The files are right that those things are dumb,” David scoffs. He always was the cocky member of the science team.
“Their zombies,” Rachel rolls her eyes. She is the brains in the department. She also helps the medical department when they need it.
“Alright, before anyone else dies, we should see who is here,” James gathers everyone’s attention. “Say your name and department so we know who’s here.”
“Rachel, science and medical.”
“Barnes, security.”
“David, science.”
“Richard, security.”
“Conner, Internal security.”
“Carl, security.”
“Salem,” I say finally. “Scientific.”
3
“Remember, everyone who isn’t here is presumed dead,” James instructs. “Take a gun. It just may save your life.”
We all take a gun as more zombies slam against the glass.
“So, what should we do?” David asks.
“Maybe, if the ventilation still works,” Rachel suggests. “We could try to pump ground up SCP-500 into the entire foundation and bring everyone back.”
“If all else fails we nuke the entire place,” Carl says. He seems cynical.
“You know, Conner should have found out about the little breach before this all happened,” David says. “He is internal security after all.”
“You sonof*gun!” Connor shoves David.
“We should stop fighting,” I ordered. “Otherwise we all die.”
“Where in scientific do you get that much authority?” David scoffs.
“That’s enough!” James’ voice rings out. “We should get moving. There are too many zombies outside. We should move before more come.”
“We should repair the generator,” David rolls his eyes. “Then we can see the zombies before they eat us.”
“If I hear more from you I will personally make it so you see yourself get eaten by a zombie,” James gives the death stare to David.
We all file out of the control room with a string of bullets. They puncture barely functioning zombies. We quickly file out and plow down every zombie in the way.
“This really is hell,” David sighs. He probably has never even lifted a gun. His arm slacks, probably tired due to the weight.
“Ya think?” Carl rolls his eyes.
“When it comes to SCPs nothing is ever safe,” Barnes says while mowing down zombies. “This is a dangerous job.”
“Focus,” James says, focusing on putting bullets in dead Foundation members. “We need to get to the SCP-500 room.”