A gunshot echoes through the halls as Carl takes his last thought.
I really wish I had chosen a different job. This one is the worst of the worst. My mother told me that I was destined for greatness, to be one of the smartest minds. I could have gone to law school and all that shit to become a lawyer and live a safe life. But it was my choice to throw that all away to join the military. I spent time in Iraq shooting down people. I hated every f**king minute of that experience. It was more of a bloodbath than an experience. I saw friend and foe fall left and right to explosions and gunfire. Someone I admired for having a will of stone became a target dummy on the battlefield. When I saw him next he looked like one of those voodoo dolls that had been stabbed violently with a pin so many times the thread had broken completely.
After that point I decided there was something else I should do. After being distinguished in the field, an offer came up to be security at a maximum security facility. I thought that this would be one of the easier jobs especially after warfare. I laugh now at that decision. Maybe it’s because I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. Maybe it’s because I’m delirious from the pain and what’s taking over my brain. Still, my biggest regret is not getting into law school.
In the foundation I could not escape the violence. I dealt with Class-D breaches and breached scps. Still, I enjoyed the slower flow of things when there wasn’t a breach alarm. I enjoyed escorting hot scientists on their way to a life threatening Scp. I never expected a breach at this level. I never expected to become subject to termination rather than the terminator. I wish I never found this place.
With this thought, a bullet hit Carl’s brain and the thought faded.