Cities - and man-made structures in general - provide the greatest protection. Travel by foot should be limited as much as possible. Survivors attempting to travel outdoors must fully cover their bodies in protective clothing preferably several layers.
Personnel are encouraged to attempt to reach Site-19 by any means at their disposal. Survivors of the SCP-001 event stationed within secure facilities are to remain in contact with one another. Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature, SCP-001 cannot be contained. Newer revisions can be accessed at the bottom of this page.
There has been an error in retrieving the current iteration of the SCP-001 file. :fire: AUTOMATED SECURE SYSTEM NOTIFICATION CODE 235 (ASSN-235) :fire: You breathe a sigh of relief just as the screen comes to life… You damn the deafening thumping of your heart for betraying your position. You tense up, waiting with bated breath, praying it will pass. Every first step comes down heavy, the second drags behind it.Ī dark shape blots out the light streaming in through the slit between the floor and the doorway. You hear footsteps just outside the door. Approaching the terminal, you can clearly see the blinking light of the power button.Įmergency Protocol Activated. You spot three pharmacy bottles - further inspection reveals them to be various opioids. The trail terminates in the corner of the room, forming a sick puddle. A pneumatic chamber on the Northern wall would have been delivering consumables to the occupant.
Despite the presence of an adjoining restroom, there is excrement in a bucket in the corner. There's shelving haphazardly placed behind the door - a barricade. The sole operating emergency light rotates in its casing - casting a pale orange glow across the room every other second. It'd be a damn shame to die from something like hyperthermia after all that's happened. You take refuge in the room, slam the door behind you. Something skitters out of one of the rooms to your left and around the corner before you can get a good look at it.
You plant your feet, push with all your might. The trail takes you to an office branching off the main hall - the source of the signal. The horrors they once held are long gone. You pass several empty containment chambers. Each footfall sounds for all the world like a dozen, as if you're not treading through the dark alone.Įlevator is down - so you take the stairs, ending on floor B5: Keter Holding. Your footsteps echo throughout empty corridors. Whoever it is - you pray they're still alive. You're still receiving the distress signal. If it's blood or shit - or something that smeared off one of those things, you cannot tell. There is a slick trail that leads from the cave entrance and into the depths of the site. You find the access tunnel, hidden within a natural cave a mile off the main road.
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