I eat shit

Same bro

049: My time has come. It is time to unleash The Cure to Defeat All Cures.

Miner:What?

*you see him grabbing a lot of bottles filled with a liquid. He sets it down and waits to see someone infected.€

but nobody came
Miner:There is no cure

049: Of course there is! My cure can heal the Pestilence. After a little bit ore study, I found that it would work on anything. Even the new Covid-19. We have just got to find someone infected with any virus and inject this into them.

Miner:This is not really a virus though, it's different

049: Then what is it?

Miner:It's a pathogen,

049: a what?

Miner:A pathogen,

049: I've... Never heard of it?

Miner:It's an incureable disease

*049 eyes are yellow, upset that there is a decease he can't cure.*

MIner:thanks!but you were a little too late *puts up his infected arm*they are fast

*he examines the arm*

It seems to be a protogen-type infection

*the eagle carries him to a medical table, to let him rest* If you want that infection to stop spreading into your body, we could either throw you back down there and let you be taken. Or chop the arm off.

Miner:*pulls out a glock*I'll make my last stand
Random guy:you sure?
Miner:yeah

*049 just shrugs. He was hoping to actually be able to cure her. He hands her a radio.* Tell me if you need help. I have a lot of minions that can help.

Miner:This is my fight, sorry *he wipes a tear off*

Miner:But we do have one of our best medics with dementia,

049: If someone has the Pestilence. Lead them my way.

MIner:It's not the pestilience, it's just dementia

*049 hisses to himself*

Miner:We've tryed treating her, but none of us are medical enough

*he smiles* I have a lot of medical knowledge. I bet I can treat her.

Miner:bless-*he fals off the heli*A

*he snaps and a zombified eagle picks him up and puts him back on the Helicopter*

Miner:*jumps off the heli with a parachute*

Guy:i put a camera on him, we can see what he's doing from up here

*he has his hand in a position to where it is ready to snap, sending his minions to help*

Infected:the king has come to challenge you
The different one steps up, probably the king
King:This will be our first, and last fight as you join me
Miner:I will not join you

*049 snaps his fingers and jumps down behind Miner. His eyes are blood red, filled with anger. A bunch of zombified Carcasses rise up from the ground behind him. You notice how he is immune to the Virus*

A spear penetrates Miner's chest, he collapeses
King:you all fall eventually

*049 laughs manically* Fool. I am immune to every virus. Attack! *the zombies attack the king* Never should have messed with an SCP.

Miner:*losing control* i can't hold on much longer

Miner:*infection spreading to his chest*h-h-h-hhelp
King:*pulls a gun on Miner*try to hurt me and your friend gets it

*he growls. Just then, another one just like him jumps down from nowhere*
5612: Need help, 049?

Miner:*the infection is almost completely around him*

*5612 heads towards Miner, she is also immune to the weird virus. She tries all her ability to at least get some of the plague away from Miner*

you see an army of infected, one of which looks...diffferent

It pulled away a little bit, but it get infected almost immediately
King:Stop trying, your attemps at saving your freind are useless

5612: *she snaps and summons more zombies, tripling their army.* I wouldn't try that.
049: We are more powerful than you.

MOre infected step out of the goo
King:are you sure
Miner:I'm sorry..

5612: Yes. We can summon all other few thousand SCPs to help. *she starts making a weird call. A bunch of SCPs join them.*

Miner:*full infected*

*all the SCPs charge and so do the zombies, it is a war. 049 calls the radio to the Helicopter* We might need back up.

Miner:agreed

*they jump down. 049 continues to touch and killing the infected*

Miner is now fully infected, and is killing your army with relative ease with the crucible

*096 screams and charges through the line of infected killing them*

King:this is none of those, it's a pathogen

049: Those were just a few. *he throws another syringe at his foot*

King:My feet are made of metal

*while he is distracted he throws another one at his arm*

Miner:*breathing hevailly*GET OUT OF MY HEAD

*049 throws a few more syringes at him*

The king blocked your atack and hit you with a syrigne

*049 throws a syringe filled with his Zombie poison that lets him make zombies*

Miner:*catches it mid-air**snaps back*It's too late...what have i done

*he throws another one at the King while he isn't paying attention, striking him in the heart*

As you strike him, your arm gets stuck and a goo-like subtance is spreading
King:*hehehehe*you have fallen for my trap

049: Jokes on you. I am immune to any and every single kind of Sickness, Plague, and virus.