SCP Containment Breach Wiki:Role Playing/The Discovery/Part 2

It had been over two weeks since the nuke had went off, completely obliterating the site and the entire mountain side. Unfortunately, since the mountain it was on was full of snow, the heat from the detonation turned the snowy mountains into a lake. Luckily the billbox held together so the bunker wasn't flooded, but even if it did we'd still need to wait a week or so for the radioactivity outside to die down.

However, it did give everybody time to get acquainted with each other, especially considering these people would be stuck together for a while. So far, everything seemed to be getting along except for Wilson and Lavrov, who seemed to just give each other the silent treatment every time one was near the other. Lander couldn't help but feel like there was a deeper meaning as to why Lav was being an ass.

There wasn't much time to think about this though, as the group was more focused on where they would go after they leave the bunker. The past few days have been nothing but planning, but unfortunately that hasn't gotten them anywhere, since none of them know the area. It was eventually decided that they would try taking a few rafts east towards Europe, it wasn't the best plan but if they stayed at the bunker they would eventually run out of resources, not to mention that the SCPs which took down the site could still be out there.

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((Staring Fireworks as himself.))

Lander approached Wilson. He had spent the past hour packing his bags for the trip, as well as washing his MTF uniform. It was one of those rare moments where the smell would become unbearable and he'd be forced to wash it. He never liked taking it off, he always felt exposed without it.

"So, you done packing yet?"

"Not yet. I have about seven bags stuffed with supplies. Need to pack four more."

"Alright then, so uh....how has Sonya been doing." Lander noticed the little girl hiding behind a few of the packed bags in the corner of the room.

"She's been really disturbed by," Wilson's sight grazed over his shoulder at Lavrov, a faded scientist scrunched up in the corner. "Him. I can't seem to calm her down to well. Anyways, do you think the raft can hold 10 people?"

"Unless one of us has gotten exceptionally fat over the past two weeks of rationing food, it'll hold us, at least until we make it out of the irradiated lake." Lander then looked towards Lavror as well. "Say, Wilson. Lav hasn't....tried anything, has he?"

"You know he'd be dead if he has."

"Alright then, do you still have your GPS?"

"Yeah." Wilson said, referring to the small GPS latched around his wrist like a watch.

"Make sure you bring extra batteries, if we get lost in the middle of nowhere because you forgot them, I'm gonna make sure you drown before you starve." Lander said with a smirk.

Wilson couldn't help but let out a soft grin.

"I'll go finish up the packing," the guard said as he faded away from Lander's sight, stuffing light weaponry, a handful of rations, and some bottles of fresh water in a pitch black duffel bag.

As Lander turned to head back, he noticed that Lav was staring direct at him. He glared for a good 3 seconds before sifting his eyes back to the bag he was stuffing with supplies.

''Aw shit, he was probably listening in. I need to be more aware of my surroundings.''

Lander then headed back to go grab his MTF uniform from the drier. -- CommanderMark (Talk) 02:36, 29 July 2014 (UTC)

(Nathaniel's gender has been retconned, and he has now been replaced by Nicole Kerensky)

Nicole sat at one of the benches of the pillbox, watching as her fellow survivors gathered supplies into large duffel bags in preparation for their journey. It had been a long two weeks, not that it was anything of her concern. The only real conflicts they had experienced over the course of the passing weeks were the arguments between Lavrov and Wilson, which died down rather quickly. This would really put a dent in their chances of survival.

As the bags were fully loaded, Lander went outside and Wilson sat across from Nicole, awkwardly shifting in his seat. He occasionally stole a glance at her.

"Is there something you need, Officer Wilson?", She asked in her typical cold demeanor.

Wilson snapped back into reality as Nicole questioned him. "Huh? Oh, sorry. Spaced out a little there. Are all of the bags packed?"

"I believe so.", As she said that, she glanced across the room and asked, "Do we have enough rafts for everyone?"

Wilson bit at his thumb as he counted everyone up. "Yeah, 10 beings here. We need 2 rafts and they both can hold 6 to 5 people each. Anyways," Wilson rose from his cramped chair and slung two heavy duffel bags over his shoulders. "There should be 9 more of these bags. Pass one out to everyone here except Sonya. I'll carry hers as well as mine."

Nicole nodded, noticing Wilson's odd behavior and storing that data for later, but otherwise not paying any mind to it. She sat up from her seat and grabbed several bags with her cybernetic arm. One by one, she handed a bag to each of the survivors, not bothering to stir up a conversation with any of them. She looked back over towards Wilson, and quickly noticed that he had been staring at her. He quickly withdrew his glance, scratching the back of head.

Once again, Nicole stored this odd data for later use, and disregarded it. --Trialtrex21 (talk) 10:26, 5 August 2014 (UTC)

A seal-tight shutter door stood in front of Wilson, while a group of survivors donning heavy supply bags stood behind. The officer turned off the lock-down that encased the tiny pillbox. before approaching the shutter door with a terrified exterior.

With a strenghtful yank up, the shutter door opened up to reveal the interior of this mountain strain. Lakes of freezing water flooded the fort of mountains, not another life to be seen. A brisk arctic wind plowed through the pillbox, but was no match for the survivors' heavy winter clothing. Wilson dropped a pair of swollen rafts into the water below, both tightly tied together by a safety cord. Wilson, with Sonya in his arms, jumped a few feet out of the open pillbox into the safe walls of the yellow raft.

The survivors reenacted the jump, all landing into randomly chosen rafts, each delivering a violent splash of water from the falls' force. One raft contained Sonya, Wilson, the lampcat, Nicole, and Lander, while the other had Morison, Lavrov, Wyn, Luke, and Tom.

"Ready, Morison?" Wilson asked to the other boat. The soldier let out a nod before the two started up the raft's motor in unison. Shredding through the water like a chainsaw, the two motors started up and began bolting the connected rafts through the water. --Fireworks888 (talk) 10:48, 5 August 2014 (UTC)

Lavrov looked around him. The only familiar face here was Morison, who sat left of Lavrov. The man with the long hair, whose name he had heard from passing these past few weeks was Wyn, sat across from him. He twiddled his thumbs and did not look at anyone in particular. The other two men were nearer to Morison, huddled up next to each other. Thomas had fallen asleep and rested his head on Lucas's shoulder. Morison was the only one with a smile on his face, which was obviously fake as Lavrov could see. He had taken off his helmet, which revealed his shaven head where hair was just starting to grow back. He began cleaning his dirty fingernails with his teeth. Bored with everything around him, he felt his pocket. He took the piece of paper he had printed out on the first day of the breach. It was a list of contingency plans. Safe-havens where one could retreat during the end of days. Digging into his duffel bag, he smirked to himself, knowing that Plan A on his paper was soon to become a reality.

Hours passed, and still they traveled on. The rafts had to take some detours on their way to the escape ferry due to ice blockage. Wilson let a disgruntled mumble, noting how the GPS was already below half of its battery. Lavrov took this as his cue.

"Morison, I need your assistance again," Lavrov whispered.

"Wha--"

"Just follow my lead and nothing will happen to you, alright?" Before Morison could protest, Lavrov had him in a headlock with the feeling of cold metal lodged against his temple.

"I'm afraid I have some conditions with our little journey, Wilson," Lavrov sternly shouted. As soon as Wilson and Lander recognized what was happening, they each pulled their own weapons out in retaliation. Nicole followed suit and grabbed her own gun, analyzing the situation. Lavrov could feel the raft shake as Lucas pulled out his gun as well.

"Lav, what the fuck is wrong with you!?" answered Lander.

"I'd put down your weapons, all of you. Lest, you'd want to be lost at sea." A puzzled look came over everyone's face. Ducking quickly and grabbing a small bag, he held it up to the other raft. Lander and Wilson knew what it contained. "Wouldn't it just be a tragedy if these extra batteries were to suddenly become worthless?"

Flustered, Wilson screamed "You don't have the fuckin' balls!"

"You really want to chance that? Agree with my conditions, or I drop these in the water."

Wilson bit down on his thumb again as he thought this situation out. After a few seconds, he ordered everyone to drop their weapons. Lucas was the last person to follow as such.

Dropping Morison and slipping the small bag into his pocket, he took a deep breath. "We're going to England. Specifically London... well, technically UnLondon by now."

--ScavengerOfHumanSorrow (talk) 20:09, 5 August 2014 (UTC)

Nicole quickly relaxed after Lavrov's little episode, realizing the importance of the batteries he had threatened to drop. Lowering her weapon, she began running calculations in her head. London was surely in chaos by this point in the breach, so what reason would Lavrov have in bringing them there?

She attempted find out why when a particularly large wave struck the raft, drenching her in water.

Someone to her left yelped in surprise, but she paid no mind to it as she tried to process what had just happened.

But she couldn't think.

A part of her wanted to panic, but she did nothing. A part of her wanted to call out for help, but she said nothing. Instead, she just sat there in total silence, completely still.

She gasped as she was overtaken with the feeling like countless nails being hammered into her skull. She cradled her head in both her arms, letting out soft whimpers as the pain only grew in intensity.

"Nicole? Nicole...are you okay?"

She froze at the voice, slowly lifting her head to find everyone on the raft staring at her, even the lampcat.

Sparks flew from her cybernetic eye as she maneuvered to cover it, the pain growing worse and worse.

Finally, it reached a breaking point, and Nicole lifted her head and screamed. It was a mechanical scream, almost like a computer failing and cutting to blue screen. Her scarlet eye faded to black and she fell back into the raft, her entire world fading away. --Trialtrex21 (talk) 21:52, 5 August 2014 (UTC)

At first, Wilson viewed Lavrov as a well-intended extremist, but now he is certain the man is a downright psychopath. As the guard sulked in the raft, he was yanked out of his break from reality by a brutal splash. What sat in the corner of the boat was a drenched Nicole, oozing out insane whimpers and panicked jerks.

"Nicole? Nicole...are you okay?"

A creepily slow head lift from her pounded Wilson's heart into his throat. A blizzard of sparks flew out of her cybernetic eye, and she shot up to let out a bloodcurdling scream before collapsing. Dead still.

"NICOLE!" Wilson shouted as he rushed to her motionless body. Her formerly red eye was ghostly black, and every inch of her body, organic and mechanic alike, was soaked in wintry water. The inhabitants of the second boat looked over in concern.

"Lander, toss me your bag!" Wilson shouted to Lander. He complied, ripping his supply bag from his shoulder before throwing it towards Wilson. Wrenching one of bags off his back as well while catching the one Lander threw, Wilson unzipped both bags before tearing out a bundle of blankets from them. He then hastly shed Nicole of her soggy labcoat, revealing a nearly dry and black buttoned undershirt, and began wrapping her in towels. About five minutes flew over the groups head when Wilson was finally finished drying the still unconscious Nicole off. Wilson felt ashamed that wrapping her was all he could do, but a savage spinning sound filled the air and cut off his self-hatred. Matching the motors' chainsaw-esque wading, the sound, as well as a shadow as big as a shark, soared over the group and painted them like a target. Every survivor jerked their sight up to see a grey helicopter, no bigger than the ones news stations pilot, plowing through the skies. A bold black Logistics Department decal adorned the side.

"Holy shit," Wilson whispered in a amazement as the helicopter circled the lake. Scavenging through his duffel bag in search of a flare gun, he found a chubby red pistol packed within it. Aiming directly into the black sky, which became lighter and lighter by the minute as the sun began to rise, Wilson's index finger slammed down on the trigger, which flung a flashing shell out of the barrel and into the air at dangerous speeds. A beautiful explosion, like fireworks, decorated the sky, and got the helicopter's attention. This had him spin his rotor-craft around and fly it down near the survivor's level. The sheer presence of the helicopter sent non-stop tiny waves of air through the water. Slapping the helicopter on autopilot, the driver of the vehicle rose from his seat and opened the door to the chopper.

A Hispanic man with a maroon hoodie and small baseball cap faced the group. "Finally!" he exclaimed with a relieved tone. "I've been searching the province for survivors ever since the nuke went off!" Everyone stared at him. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get in!" He seemed like one of those annoyingly happy and loud people. The survivors quickly got up, putting on their shoes and packing up their bags before hopping into the helicopter. Despite the group's vast size, it still was able to hold them all, though cramped. As everyone squeezed their way into a comfortable spot, Wilson grabbed the pilot's chair as the mysterious man sat on it.

"Sir, I- thank you for rescuing us. We would've never made it to Finl-" Wilson remembered the change of plans. "London on the ferry."

"No problem, man. I was on a little rescue mission to pick up a squad of MTFs stranded in Ukraine. Found 'em ripped apart and came back to see a freezing ocean instead of a site. By the way, my name's Leonel. Yours?"

"Wilson," the guard answered. "We don't have time for role-call, just get us out of here."

"You're the boss." Rising the chopper from water level up to mountain level, the group finally escaped the site and the living hell that was the Foundation.

"Also, do you have a stretcher or something?" Wilson questioned with a hastful tone.

"Oh yeah, I have about three of them packed up in the back."

Shoving his way through the crowd of people that populated the aircraft, Wilson yanked a folded up stretcher from a pile of junk and spread it out, picking up Nicole and gently laying her down on it. --Fireworks888 (talk) 00:08, 6 August 2014 (UTC)

Lander felt both relieved that they got rescued, they were now hundreds of feet in the air with Lavrov, incase he tried pulling some stunt to get the pilot to go to Spain or something. He kept a grip on his P90 the entire time incase Lav tried something.

Lander then looked towards Wilson, who hadn't taken his eyes off Nicole ever since she....short-circuited. This wasn't the first time Wilson had given a lot of attention though, for the past two weeks Wilson had been constantly trying to spur up conversation with her, despite her usually just answering the question before going back to ignoring him. It also didn't help that Nicole seemed really oblivious to why exactly Wilson had been trying to talk to her.

"...I have a feeling this is foreshadowing." Lander then realized that he had said that out-loud as everyone looked towards him with a puzzling look.

"Uh, nothing, just talking to myself."

--

After a two hour flight that remained mostly in silence, with the exception of Tom and Lucas engaging in less than subtle conversation, the pilot informed us that we would be landing at a fuel depot.

The helicopter landed near a watch tower which had several metal crates ligned up against it. The pilot exited the vehicle and opened up one of the creates revealing a large pump. As he started getting it out he told us that we could get out and scavenge for supplies around the tower as the refuelling process would take a while.

The group exited the helicopter with Wilson staying behind to look after Nicole. -- CommanderMark (Talk) 21:31, 6 August 2014 (UTC)

After the rest of the group had left the helicopter, Wilson returned to his place at Nicole's side, who was still unconscious and didn't show any signs of waking up. She occasionally twitched at random intervals, but they were the only signs that she was even alive at all.

She began muttering incoherent gibberish in her unconscious state, which was enough to relieve some of the built up tension of previous ordeals.

Suddenly, blue sparks of electricity lanced across her cybernetic eye, which proceeded to return to its scarlet glow. She gasped and shot straight up, sitting completely still.

"N-Nicole?", She heard someone ask.

She immediately turned to the source of the voice, a familiar young man who's name eluded her. She gasped and shot straight back against the wall farthest from the man, generating a loud 'BANG' upon collision. She sat against the wall and stared at the man, a fearful look on her face.

"Nicole...are you alright?", The man asked with a puzzled expression.

Nicole's memories began to surface at hearing his voice a second time, and she remembered his name.

"O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-OOOfficer WWWWil-son...? WWWWWhere aaam I?", She asked in a mechanical, but still recognizably feminine voice.

Wilson kept his distance and was clearly confused, but eventually he said, "We are in a helicopter...we were rescued after you passed out."

Nicole was afraid...no...she was more than afraid. she was petrified. She couldn't remember where she was or how she h-

Wait...I'm feeling...fear?

With that thought, Nicole lunged at Wilson and grabbed him by his shoulders, looking him straight in the eyes.

"WWWWilson...I'm affff-raid. I-I-I-I can't be afra-aid W-Wilson!", She said, twitching erratically with every break in her sentence.

"Uh-b-but...uh", Wilson sputtered, trying to find something to say to the hysterical cyborg.

"NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo! I can't beeeeee afraid! I-It's...phyyyyyysically impossible!" She broke into tears, gently shaking Wilson and burying her head into his chest. --Trialtrex21 (talk) 05:47, 7 August 2014 (UTC)

Calm down, Wilson repeated to Nicole dozens of times with a whisper as she bawled in his arms. After a minute or so, he managed to gently get her to her feet and stop sobbing, before taking off the white hoodie he found in the bunker and wrapping it around her like a blanket.

"Okay," he said with a soft tone. "I'm going to go get you some food from the tower. Just stay here, okay?"

She didn't even let out a nod, just drowning in insanity, tears, and hysteria, but Wilson easily slipped out of the helicopter. He wanted more casual food instead of the bitter rations for Nicole, hoping it would make her feel better.

"The hell's going on in there?" Lander asked as Wilson walked through the snow.

"Nicole woke up. She's, like, having a mental breakdown. The water must've really screwed up her systems. Her emotions have been spewing out."

The water formed a rip in her artificially stoic exterior like a busted dam, gushing out the emotions she's been holding in for all of those years. He's never seen this side of her. As Wilson walked past Leo and other people chatting with him while he pumped the heli with fuel, he hiked up a flight of stairs into the watch tower, which was formed into a make-shift lounge containing Luke and Tom as they picked out the food they wanted from the barely functioning vending machine.

Wilson stuck his hand up into the machine's slot and foraged around for something, where he grabbed a crumbly bag. Ripping his arm out, what laid in his hand was a bag of sun-chips. The officer dragged his way towards the flight of stairs again, but his boot slammed into something hiding in the shadows. Flicking on a light, Wilson saw a guard, with third degrees burns painting his body, with a silver lighter tucked into his hand. Blinded with stress, Wilson snatched the lighter out of his deceased peer's hand and headed back to the helicopter. Tearing the bag open to reveal a sea of chips lurking in it, Wilson sat the snack into Nicole's hand as he comfortably hugged her, finally calming her down for good.

Now that that's outta the way... Wilson thought as he advanced to the front of the helicopter. A white pack of cigarettes boldly marked Heavy Eight sat on the dash-board. Thinking Leo wouldn't notice, Wilson slipped a cigarette out of the box and headed outside near the cliff.

''Flick. Flick.''

Sparks flew from the peak of the lighter as he tried to get it on. Come on, Wilson said. Flick. A wave of flames doused Wilson's right arm.

"OH SHIT!"

The man fell to the ground in utter shock, dropping the lighter. He desperately sloshed snow over his flaming forearm, hoping for the snow/water to extinguish the fire. As the flames died down, his jumpsuit's right limb had smoking rips, revealing red peels and steaming scars on Wilson's bare arm. Before he could rush to the helicopter and heal himself, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the lighter was fully encased in a vase of flames, forming a circle of water and sloshy snow around it. The vase of fire grew to the size of Wilson himself, before the flame sprouted into the shape of a human.

Wilson sprinted away from the breast of fire as he yelled to Leo and the others.

"IT'S 457! RUN!" --Fireworks888 (talk) 06:47, 7 August 2014 (UTC)

"Wyn, come with me!" Lander and Wyn proceeded to head towards the watch tower. As soon as they got in they split up to start looking for fire extinguishers. Lander checked the medical bay and found one on the other side of the room. He went up to it and smashed the glass with his elbow, then proceeded to pull and head back to the main hallway, where Wyn was waiting for him, holding another extinguishers. The two then went back outside and back to the landing pad.

As soon as they turned the corner the entire area went up in a giant fireball. The metal crate containing the aviation fuel had exploded, taking about 2 or three more crates with it. Luckily Lander and Wyn managed to get back behind the corner before they could sustain any major damage to themselves.

They waited for the chain reaction to stop before quickly dashing around the corner to try and reach 457. However, instead of just seeing one, they saw three 457 instances, it had multiplied. They only took a moment to stare as the burning men as they saw another figured dashing out of the ashes while gasping for air, holding a smaller figure over their shoulder. Lander quickly recognized the figure as Leonel and the person he was carrying as Sonya. Lander and Wyn rang up to Leo as he put Sonya down to check her wounds.

"Leo, is she alright!?"

"It looks like she suffered several 2nd degree and minor 3rd degree burns." Leo said as he put his hand on her uncovered neck. "She's still breathing, but she needs medical attention, no-"

"Not enough." The group then turned its attention towards the three burning figures.

"Need more fuel. Need more burn." One of the figures then turned its attention towards the burnt remains of the hose which had been filling the helicopter up with fuel. Its eyes kept following the line until they reached the aircraft it was still attached to.

"Want fuel. Need burn." They began walking towards the helicopter.

"Shit! Leo, take Sonya into the watch tower. We passed by a medical bay while we were in there, there's probably some supplies in there. Me and Wyn will try and divert their attention away from the helicopter."

Leo nodded and quickly grabbed Sonya's body and began heading towards the bunker while Wyn and Lander dashed towards the 457s.

As the instances were advancing towards the helicopter, Lander and Wyn quickly came up behind one of them and began spraying them. The instance then began shrieking.

"Want, burn.." It then fell to the ground in a pile of ashes. This caught the attention of the two other instances and they turned around to focuses on the two men.

Lander quickly went to the left and began spraying the next instance, however he didn't take into account their speed as it quickly went up to him and lashed as his right arm. Lander dropped the extinguisher and stumbled back a few feet from the pain. The flames pierced through his armor causing one large third degree burn across his arm.

As the 457 instance approached for another lash, Lander quickly ran around and grab the extinguisher, spraying the instance and causing it to shrink significantly. It was about to run up and hit Lander again until it saw that Wyn was running up to him, as he had just finished taking care of the other instance.

"Want burn. Must burn." It then turned around and dashed away from the area.

Wyn then went to Lander's side and helped him up.

"It's going to come back, it would be best if we got going." Lander nodded as they proceeded to head back towards the landing pad. -- CommanderMark (Talk) 04:22, 8 August 2014 (UTC)

A splitting sting in Wilson's head and thigh shot him awake. The left side of his face was crisply seared by the explosion. With blurriness clouding his vision and a headache clouding his thoughts, Wilson realized after a few seconds as he got up that his thigh and arm were on fire. Putting the flames out with a roll in the snow, Wilson analyzed the situation to see that the fuel station was just a flaming mess. Not a life in sight, except Morison, buried in unconsciousness and snow. What was in sight was a figure of fire marching out of the flaming waste of the fuel station, with his sights set on Wilson. Spewing a curse from his breathe, Wilson dragged Morison's body to the helicopter, annoyed by his immense weight, and set him near Nicole, still suffocating in a tub of unstability and broken off from the world.

Digging through that very same pile of junk, Wilson spotted a water tank as well as a hose. After connecting the two and aiming it at a still advancing 457, Wilson doused the monster with a successful smirk on his face. Absolutely nothing happen. The water simply splashed off 457 as if he were a human. Shit, he was spawned from jet fuel, which is immune to water's extinguishing. Spraying the instance with water only pissed it off, sending it in a flaming and dashing rage towards Wilson with a shrieking snarl. His rummaging through the junk picked up exceedingly, before he found a shiny fire extinguisher hiding in the pile.

With a flick of the wrist, Wilson chucked the extinguisher towards 457 with one hand, and unholstered a glock with the other. As the can flung into a snow a pile only a few inches from the instance, Wilson aimed the barrel of the glock at the can and shot a pair of bullets into it. The extinguisher let out a few weak sprays before exploding into a ball of foam and snow, completely coating the 457 instance and melting it out of existence, leaving behind only a pathetic scream. Wilson began sprinting towards the tower, bolting past the almost unavoidable fire, and entered it, assuming the rest were in there. --Fireworks888 (talk) 04:26, 8 August 2014 (UTC)

Lavrov watched from the tower's lounge as Wilson extinguished the fiery figure. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Lavrov remembered a frantic Leonel carrying someone over his shoulder with Lander following behind into the building. It must've been the girl. At that thought, Lavrov's stomach turned, a grim feeling coming over him. Lavrov jogged over to the corner down to where the medical bay of the watch tower was located.

The medical bay was dim except for an overhead light where Leo was treating the child of her wounds as she lay unconscious on the hospital cot. She had clearly sustain major burns on her neck and legs, mostly on her thighs. Leo was still applying burn cream to legs when Lavrov intruded. His attention became divergent when suddenly a voice rang out.

"So where were you?" Turning around, hand on his glock, Lander had apparently been in the bay for a wound on his arm, which was still bleeding through the bandages.

Relaxing, Lavrov answered, "I was hiding in the lodge, trying to stay alive." ''If I push myself too much, with my age, I'll be dead in no time. Sometimes, it's just better to wait things out.'' Behind Lander was a rather exhausted-looking Wyn, who was stirring uncomfortably in his seat.

Approaching Leo, Lavrov squinted his eyes at him as he finished touching up the toddler's wrappings. He seemed a little off, as if something was happening to him on a mental level. He had this sort of lost face of confusion that Lavrov read as an omen of sorts. "Is the helicopter gas tank full?"

"Huh? Oh, um." He closed his eyes for an unusually lengthy time. When he opened them again, he just look at his hands with great bewilderment. "Yeah. Yeah it's full." The tank, in actuality, was only half-full.

Lavrov's concern grew as Leonel's bubbly attitude had been replaced with this... strange behavior. "So, we're ready for lift off then?"

"Yeah. Yeah, sure. We're ready."

. . .

After rounding everyone from the watch tower to outsider, Lavrov was the first to jump into the chopper and headed where he was last time: in the back of the vehicle. Lavrov had intentionally done as to lessen the chances of being ambushed from all sides while the helicopter was in flight.

Lander sat next to Wilson, who, as Lavrov noticed when he stood up to close the doors, had received a rather nasty burn on the right side of his face. Across from them was an alert and twitchy Nicole and an unconscious Morison. Taking one of his extra bottles of water, he splashed some on Morison's face to wake him up. Morison came to, but very groggily and unwilling. He was clearly still a bit out of commission after that explosion. He had a bruise under his lip which seemed to compliment his busted nose.

Minutes passed by into hours as Leo flew the helicopter. But as Leonel suddenly started to drift in and out of piloting, someone had to address the issue.

"Um, Leo, is everything a-alright?"

Leo let go of the wheel. He stood and turned towards the passengers. "These hands. How do they work? How do they project my thoughts?" At this point, everything escalated. There was yelling and screaming at Leo to keep flying but only responds with "I CAN'T! THIS ISN'T REAL, IT JUST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!"

"LEO, SNAP OUT OF IT!" Wilson shouts as he shakes Leonel by shoulders. Pushing him away, the deranged pilot grabs his pistol out of fear. He is met with fatal retaliation by Lavrov. A quick headshot and his run was done.

Panicking, Morison rushed to the pilot's seat to try and stop the copter from hurtling down any further. "Everyone calm down! I think I can--"

CRAAAAAAASSSSSSSSH

--ScavengerOfHumanSorrow (talk) 01:02, 12 August 2014 (UTC)

I shouldn't be knocked out more than once a day, Wilson's inner thoughts said as they coursed through his unconscious body. A moment after this muse, he woke up. A nasty rip adorned his forehead, making a puddle of blood lay in the copter's floor and his half-burnt face even more welcoming. He stumbled out of the crashed helicopter with a sickening crack, and analyzed where they had "landed". For the first time in four straight years, Wilson had seen civilization. Cars, buildings, and puddles of water lined the streets as it heavily rained. The image of a true urban area brought a smile to his face, but the fact that it was completely abandoned and that almost every door was boarded up/barricaded disturbed him, making the town look like it was straight out of a zombie film.

A collection of large houses lead by a bold sign saying "Canterbury Town" stood in front of Wilson, and he traveled back to the copper to wake everyone up. With a few kicks and shakes, everyone, except Sonya, who Wilson let sleep after checking her pulse, thankfully rised from their forced nap, decorated with scratches and bruises.

"Okay, guys," Wilson said with a groggy tone. "We're in Canterbury, about an hour from London. Now, it's about to storm out, and a crashed heli isn't the best shelter. I hate that we have to do this, but we need to split up. One group needs to find a big house or shack or something for us to stay in. Another will go look for survivors, and the rest'll stay here."

I'll go look for survivors with Lander," Wilson said as he neared Lander, still sitting down.

The MTF looked up at Wilson. "Bu-"

"Morison and I will go scout out for shelter," Lav spoke as he cut off Lander.

Followed by a nod, Wilson turned to Wyn. "Wyn, look out for the rest here." With a sullen look at the resting Sonya, the four headed off into the heavy rain, with Lavrov and Morison splitting off from the others. The further Wilson and Lander walked into the fog, the more toppled buildings they spotted. --Fireworks888 (talk) 01:38, 12 August 2014 (UTC)

"Damn...Please; just some food! There's gotta be some around here somewhere..."

Valentine put her left hand on her stomach as it growled; she hadn't seen anything close that looked like food apart from a few rotten corpses which were pretty much already property of insects and the ocassional animals passing by.

She noticed her left thigh starting to itch. A few days ago she had crawled through a bunch of rubble and scrap metal to get into a fallen building when she made herself a large laceration on top of her thigh. Having nothing but some water, salt, and rags, she managed to clean the wound with water and dry it with salt. She then covered it in a rag, which didn't do much apart from making her unable to sleep from the pain for the first two days.

She reached for her water bottle in her duffel bag and drank some of it; at least that should lie in her stomach for a bit while she attempted to find something in these destroyed, abandoned streets.

CRRAAAAAAAAAASSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The sound of a loud impact echoed through the town and startled her. She predicted the direction of the sound, quickly running through the maze of scrap metal and concrete rubble this area of the town was. She sprinted for a nearby, still standing 2 story building and climbed the ladder on it's side. The image of the city was grey and dull, but there was one thing that stood out: smoke coming out of a metal carcass which used to be a helicopter, perhaps 4 blocks ahead.

"Oh yes! Supplies!" she thought with a small smile on her face; There was no way the people inside that helicopter could have survived the crash. She eagerly ran to the ladder she had previously climbed and just as she was about to descend down the ladder, she slipped on a puddle of water on the floor. It didn't take her too long to fall and she hit the ground with a loud thud, falling unconscious for several minutes.

...

...

...

"Urggh!"

She quickly got up and started gasping for air as hard as she could; the impact of her fall knocked the wind out of her and made it difficult for her to breathe, which she hadn't noticed while unconscious.

"I gotta get there quick!" she thought and with great effort she managed to get up and limp quickly to the spot where the helicopter had crashed.

About two blocks from the helicopter she readied her shotgun.

Through the fog she saw two human figures walking towards her; she readied her shotgun and pointed it at the two figures, walking closer to them.

Noticing a strong stinging sensation in her right rib, she felt her lower rib-cage and then the front of her face with her left hand. Blood. The wound didn't seem to be deep but it was bleeding quickly, staining her grey sweater in red.

She started walking quickly to the two human figures, two men, both of them carrying duffel bags. They stood quiet as she approached them, about 10 meters away from them. She pointed her shotgun at the taller one's chest; they were unarmed.

"Hold it right there! Drop those bags and put your arms...*breath*...in the air!" She exclaimed loudly, with a hint of weakness and pain in her voice. --Irontaco (talk) 02:27, 12 August 2014 (UTC)

"Hold it right there! Drop those bags and put your arms...*breath*...in the air!"

Lavrov examined the girl closely. He watched her legs quack and heard hesitation in her voice. It was clearly apparent that she was not the criminal type and was doing this out of desperation. Lavrov glanced at Morison, who had un-slung his duffel bag to assume her. The doctor figured he was not the type to attack a civilian under these circumstances. Lavrov, however, was not that type of person. Grabbing his concealed pistol, he pointed it at her and began to aim. "Drop your the weapon. We don't--"

She panicked, and Lavrov could feel the tiny shells penetrated his flesh. He collapsed backwards in violent stinging pain that perpetuated his pelvic area. As Lavrov yelped in agony, Morison quickly rushed and took the shotgun away from her. He was trying to calm the woman down.

In the midst of his own writhing sounds of pain and Morison quelling the woman's distress, his eyes slowly closed and the voices faded. The shock, alongside the blood loss, made the elderly man pass out.

--ScavengerOfHumanSorrow (talk) 00:27, 13 August 2014 (UTC)

"Oh god! Oh god! I didn't mean to kill him! *cough* Is he dead?! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I thought he was going to shoot! I'm sorry!"

Valentine could do nothing but scream in panic and as Morison tried to calm her down. She needed distance; she needed to sort out what had just happened. Was the doctor dead? She constantly stared at the wounded doctor on the ground as she tried to gain some distance from the situation. Luckily, she was a considerable distance away when she pulled the trigger and her shaky arms greatly reduced her accuracy from a possibly lethal shot in the doctor’s head. The shotgun shell's pellets hit a few areas around his crotch section and a few the lower stomach, he was bleeding, but it didn't seem critical, hopefully only damaging flesh.

"I just-...I just needed supplies! I-I haven't found anything in this shithole for days now! I'm sorry!" She continued screaming and trying to give as many excuses as she could. It was the first human she had ever harmed.

With her left hand she felt her sweater below her chest; the blood was beginning to seep into that part now. With a forceful shove she pushed Morison away and backpedaled away a few meters. "Let me- Let me just check something, please!" she said as she pulled a piece of cloth from her bag. She lifted her sweater up to just below the sternum and first she noticed several bruises on her skin near the chest; probably obtained because of the earlier fall, she then attempted to examine the wound on the right side of her ribcage. It was a rather large laceration; it wasn’t too deep and it hadn't penetrated the ribcage, luckily. Taking a deep breath she applied pressure on the wound with the cloth to stop the bleeding, she didn't bother to clean it with her own water, as the light rain that was falling just some minutes ago turned into heavy, intense rain, which washed off the blood from her skin.

"Just-just tell me you got something to clean these fucking cuts and something to eat! I can go away and l-leave you guys alone with your business! I just need supplies!”

--Irontaco (talk) 02:10, 13 August 2014 (UTC)

((Starring Farywekrs8888 as himself))

"So uh, what the hell happened to Leo back there? He just kinda...went crazy." Lander asked, trying to break the ice since they'd been walking together for nearly five minutes without saying a word to each other.

"I have no clue. He was acting like he was in a lucid dream or something."

"Did he eat or come into contact with anything before we left? Besides 457?"

"Nope, the only thing I saw him do was tend to Sonya's wounds."

Lander then thought for a moment. So far the only thing he's seen Leo do was tend to Sonya's wounds, but he didn't see how that could.....wait.

''Could Sonya be the reason for Leo going crazy? She does refuse to take her suit, and so far Leo was the only one who touched her bare skin. Maybe that has something to do with the fact that she's an SCP..''

Suddenly, Lander and Wilson heard a gunshot from across the town, it came from the area the helicopter crashed in. The two then quickly started running back to the crash site.

--

When they finally returned to the downed helicopter they saw that Morison was currently tending to an unconscious Lavrov with a wound in his groin area while another girl who they've never seen before was tending to a wound near her stomach.

"Uh, what happened here?" -- CommanderMark (Talk) 04:15, 16 August 2014 (UTC)

Slinging the unconscious doctor over his shoulder, Morison turned to the two and spoke. "This civilian," the MTF said, eying a young and ragged female who stood nearby, "...tried to rob us and shot Lavrov in his...well...we need to get him to the copper. Like, immediately."

Wilson tried as hard as he could not to laugh at the idea, let alone sight, of Lavrov getting shot in the groin. However, his wound looked mildly serious, no laughing matter. But so did the bloody gash the sickly woman donned as she put pressure on it. She was obviously malnourished, almost as much as Sonya, but covered up by scratchy brown hair and a black vest.

The woman looked up at the two men, confused and almost frightened by their riot uniforms. "Are you people from the helicopter?" she asked. "I haven't seen too much people around. Who did I just nearly kill? Some kind of really important scientist? Where was your chopper headed to?"

This spill of questions annoyed Wilson, but any trace of his irritation was masked by the rain as it got progressively stronger every word she let out.

"Shit...., ma'am, follow us," Wilson said, grabbing her arm and running off into the rainy fog behind Lander and Morison. The woman was very resisting, but he overpowered her, and after a soaking wet run through the roads of corpses and tipped over light-posts, the four arrived to the crashed helicopter. Getting in, the interior has hardly changed. Wyn, Luke, and Tom rested in the corner, a draped in blankets and sleeping bags, next to Nicole and Sonya.

"Morison, get Lav on a stretcher. You're an MTF, you know how to heal a wound." The soldier obeyed, ripping a gurney from the back and laying Lavrov on it before pulling out a medkit.

"Who ARE you people?!" the woman shouted. She advanced to the helicopter's exit, but Wilson pulled down a shutter door and locked her in. "Great, now you're kidnapping me?"

"Okay," Wilson said. His soft tone and jacket of shadows unintentionally radiated a creepy outline. "It's not safe out there. I want you to explain exactly what's been happening in this town lately." Stealing a few glances at her rib-cage, remembering the brutal wound from before, Wilson dug a bottle of disinfectant out of duffel bag, teasing her with it.

Before letting out a sorrowful sigh, she answered. "Everyone I know...is dead. I don't know what caused it. In what felt like a few seconds, this town was completely destroyed."

The poor girl doesn't know what hit her, Wilson mused as he tossed her the medicine. She quickly uncapped it before raising her shirt and dabbing some liquid on her wound. The guard... hell, he wasn't a guard anymore. He was a survivor, a watchman who was lucky (while in reality, unlucky) enough to survive the apocalypse. The survivor had some thoughts bolt through his mind as he bit down on his thumb till he drew an unhealthy amount blood, which dyed his glove. 2'' weeks...the SCPs have already spread from Siberia to England...first Sonya, now this woman. Am I being to generous? She did shoot one of our members in the dick, and now I'm caring for her for no reason. Then again, that member was Lavrov.''

"Ma'am," Wilson said a loud. "You're going to stay with us for a while." --Fireworks888 (talk) 06:46, 16 August 2014 (UTC)

A loud bang echoed deep into the darkness that engulfed Nicole's unconscious self, eliciting a groan from the human-computer hybrid.

Some time later, her right eye shot open right away, while her left eye faded from a dark black to a glowing red within several seconds. The servos within her lower back whirred to life as Nicole sat straight up, observing her devastated surroundings with her cybernetic eye. Everything after the boat was a blur to her, so she was...confused to see that she was in a very disfigured helicopter, which seemed to be located within an abandoned city as far as Nicole could tell.

But something else seemed to concern her as well. Where is the lampcat? She scanned around the crash-site, spotting a few of her colleagues but not the cat-lamp hybrid. A thought struck her mind, however, as she scanned the metal carcass.

Why do I care where the -C is?

Luckily, her search was cut short by the lampcat sticking it's head out from behind a piece of shrapnel, followed by it running towards her. It's light was off due to the current luminescence of the day. It sat down in front of her as it's wire-tail swung back and forth.

"Hello, -C." Nicole stated in her familiar emotionless tone. The lampcat responded by resting against Nicole's side, at which she did not say a word.

To her right, she heard yelling, to which she spun her head around to observe. What she saw was a rather...confusing sight. She saw Lavrov, who had wounds beneath his waste, apparently being cared for by Morison, Wilson standing close by. Also near Morison, to her...surprise, was an unfamiliar female, whom turned around and locked up at the sight of Nicole. --Trialtrex21 (talk) 09:55, 19 August 2014 (UTC)

"Ow, ouch! owowowow!" Val quickly rubbed the desinfectant liquid in the cut on her right rib, then pulled her shirt down quickly, she hadn't noticed how freezing it was outside. She sat down and noticed Wilson looking perplexed and thoughtful, biting hard on his thumb until he drew blood from it, she looked down as the man spoke to her.

"Ma'am," Wilson said a loud. "You're going to stay with us for a while."

"Pft, you wish! If anything i'm just going to take care of these cuts and probably head out again... I don't know who you folks are but i am not liking this situation. At ALL. Also, your thumb is bleeding...And you smell AND look like burning." She noticed the comments coming out of her mouth being rude and uncaring; although, her voice was stuttering a bit. She smiled mockingly and briefly.

"Thanks for the desinfectant, though. Can i have my shotgun back?" She said as she pulled off a fake, childish grin once again, she was attempting to intentionally irritate Wilson; pherpaps they could let her go if she annoyed him enough.

She untied the old bandage on her right thigh, revealing a red, big swollen cut, showing through the cut in her pants, she looked at it, worried. Then she poured desinfectant on it, causing her to emit a small squeak and bend over a bit from the pain, grasping the bottle firmly. "Well, i-if it stings it means it's working I guess, right?..." she smiled at the people in the helicopter. No answer was given. She saw Wilson giving her a stern, angered look. She looked away, uncomfortable with the whole situation. These people weren't in the best state of mind after crashing in a helicopter.

Wilson passed her some new bandages; the man wasn't looking too good, he was pale, tired and had a severe burn on the left side of his face, part of his hair burnt by a beforehand event. She quickly looked at his armor, it smelled like burnt plastic and was scorched up plenty. These people did not have a good day; her plan wasn't going to work out.

Val tied the bandage around her wound, she didn't have much experience with infections but that should help a bit at least!

Suddenly, she noticed a untidy woman staring at her. One of her eyes seemed to have been replaced by some sort of...metal...addition? Similar to a camera lens. Val then looked at her arm, it seems to have been replaced by a mechanical apparatus reminiscent of an arm, fully functional. The woman had a blank face and was accompanied by some sort of robotic lamp-animal hybrid object.

"What did you guys come from a tech convention or something?" Val mumbled, quickly noticing how unappropiate the comment was, she looked away once again and crossed her arms, with an expression of discomfort and frustration on her face; her clothes were soaking wet with water and the place was pretty cold. She pulled up the zipper of her jacket, pulled down her sweater's sleeves and leaned agaisn't a wall of the helicopter as Wilson spoke to Morison; the jacket was kinda small for her body size, only reaching down to her lower waist, with the sweater covering the rest. She ocassionally looked at the rather dull-looking woman in front of her.

"Officer," Wilson said to Morison with a formal tone, sounding like he was trying to set a friendly solid between the two. "I take it you didn't find any shelter on your trip?"

"Nope. Just a few townhouses and apartments, but they were all either bordered up or looked like they would fall apart the moment we settled into them." Morison replied.

"That reminds me!" Val interrupted. "I have to go back to my neat little house." The intentions of her comment was obvious enough. Although, she wasn't willing to let people go into her "home" without anything in reward. This was the chance to redeem herself AND to get something in return; quickly after she looked at Lavrov, the man is probably not going to be in the best mood once he wakes up, especially agaisn't her.

"You guys can settle in there a bit, but first i need to eat!" She smiled.

--Irontaco (talk) 05:14, 26 August 2014 (UTC)

The moment the woman mentioned her shack, a thought so powerful spawned in Wilson's mind that it forcefully made him express interest. Wilson could tell by the smug look on her face that she intended this, probably wanting something in return for letting these strangers that kidnapped her into her house. This theory was confirmed, as she now wanted food. Wilson eyed a small little window in the helicopter and saw darts of water soar into the vehicles's side like millions of little bullets.

"Well, we weren't planning on leaving tonight anyway," Wilson cynically stated as he mindlessly stared at the dangerously cold and heavy rain. "I guess we can eat, sleep, and get on the move in the morning before this thing falls apart."

A few minutes flew past Wilson's watch after a little cleaning, and the outcome was the helicopter being spaced out just enough for a handful of people to dine. He stretched a large TV tray in the heart of their "home" and set up what looked like a crude parody of a Thanksgiving feast. The woman, Lucas, Tom, and Morison began messily eating buttered bread, boiled eggs, and chopped ham served straight from a few K-rations Wilson pried out of a duffel bag. Afterwards, he crammed himself into a corner, so dark that it was virtually unseeable, where Sonya laid, finally waking up. He primly slid some buttered bread and cute little carton of orange juice into her hand, and patched up the rip in her suit on her neck with some gauze.

Wilson liked this girl. She reminded him of himself, only eating in the shadow-covered corner, away from the bullying and judgement of society. The two hardly ever spoke to each other, but their similar personalities viewed it better this way. She was the first person he ever met who was truly like himself. Wilson's last sight were the survivors finishing up their meals before he passed out, while leaning on Nicole and with his arm snugly wrapped around Sonya. The rain soothed him like white noise or a lullaby. It was the first time in several years he'd received a session of sleep that lasting longer than five hours.

It was also the first time he ever woke up peacefully, unlike the usual where he shot up as if he was recovering from a nightmare. The woman, looking slightly less sickly after her feast, was hogging the only place of comfort in the helicopter, a make-shift bed, which was really just another stretcher wrapped in blankets. Wilson violently kicked the legs of the stretcher, shaking the entire thing and rudely waking her up.

"Nap time's over," he said to the agitated woman, mocking her conceited grin and tone of voice. Looking outside, he saw that the sky was flooded with the beautiful orange rays the recently raised sun emitted. The rain had stopped, and all that remained were puddles soaking the street. "We got your reward out of the way, now take us to your shack."

--Fireworks888 (talk) 22:10, 26 August 2014 (UTC)

Valentine gasped and jumped off the bed out of the surprise after the kick to the stretcher, making her fall on the ground with a loud thud, on her back. She looked at the blurry figure of a man uncomprehensibly mumbling words, she was not fully awake yet and it took some time for her senses to go back on to full focus.

"What a warm way to begin the day, you dick." She mumbled out angrily, as she got up from the floor. Maybe she deserved it, considering last night's cocky and rude attitude.

"I'm gonna guess you were talking about the shack again; so alright, get your stuff out and off we go." She pointed to the door and reached for her shotgun, which was on one of the corners of the helicopter, then put it on her back. She thought a bit about the situation before opening the helicopter door;these people did not seem to have bad intentions and also seemed trustworthy, after all, they could've killed her anytime they wanted.

The door slid open and the light that suddenly came rushing in blinded her, she took a few steps outside and opened her eyes, the day was looking a lot better than yesterday; the rain had stopped and the sky looked a pale orange. It was pretty early in the morning.

She stretched and unzipped her jacket, and once again folded up her sweater's sleeves up to her elbows. Looking behind her, she saw the people in the helicopter carrying a few bags and things from inside the helicopter. "It isn't too far away from here."

She suddenly looked at Wilson, he was holding a bag of...were those potato chips? One of her favorite snacks! It had been a long while since she had even seen one of those around. Her eyes opened widely and she jumped in place, looking similar to a child. "Chips! Chips! Give them to me! I haven't eaten one of those in so long!" she said. Wilson just limited himself to staring and shaking his head; those weren't for her, probably.

Val's expression of excitement died out and she looked straight into Wilson's eyes, "Oh! So we're going nowhere then." She walked off to the sidewalk and sat on the ground with her legs crossed, the group was in silence at this scene. Most of them looked at Wilson briefly and he, frustrated, let out a loud sigh and walked up to Val.

"We really don't have time for this, Ma'am, we need a place to settle on in for some time, so please! If you could just fucking get u-" he was interrupted.

"But come oooon! Just give me the chips, okay? I'll let you stay forever if you like but i want them! Please?" She looked straight at Wilson's eyes again and smiled, with her eyes wide open, she was still pretty hungry and, while not looking as sickly as before, she was still quite thin for her already thin, build. Wilson's expression was of nothing but pure frustration, Valentine was completely unaware of any of the things going on or who these people were.

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--Irontaco (talk) 08:35, 31 August 2014 (UTC)

Wilson let out a large sigh before throwing the bag of chips at her, sending them soaring into her face. While annoyed by this, she rose to her feet and began leading the group to her shack as she snacked on the open bag of chips that laid in her palm. A good walk later, the group of survivors arrived to a little family of demolished houses bordering the city like the suburbs. One little house loomed over the wreckage, mirroring the woman's appearance as a regular pretty home with a few bumps and scratches bedecking it.

"Well," the woman said with a mouth full of chips muffling her speech. "Here we are."

Twisting the handle with a pale paint-job, Wilson opened the door and browsed the interior with the rest of the group. Completely pitch black, indicating an electricity failure, and only illuminated by the sunlight leaking into it, the house had towers of playing cards, knocked over bookcases, and bullet holes riddling the walls. A pathetically small stash of food and water lurked in the kitchen, the house was flooded with newspapers and hardly read books, and the flight of wooden stairs that shot to the skies teased a second story. Everyone settled into their new home. Morison sat a still resting Lavrov on the couch, Wilson piled the folded up stretchers and duffel bags in the kitchen, and the rest either populated the living room or herded to the second floor.

"At least it's better than a crashed helicopter," Wilson complimented. He dragged a wooden chair from the dining room, purposely knocking over her tower of cards just to provoke her and sitting near an unlit candle with Sonya, who sat in his lap as he played with her hair.

"You dick," woman sneered as she mourned her fallen house of cards. "I'd been working on that for days!"

"It was an accident, ma'am," Wilson lied with a tone as childish as he could sound. "Actually, that reminds me. I've never got your name."

"Valentine Paige." she answered.

"My name is Wilson, thanks for asking," he said with a curl of his lip.

She rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment as she grabbed Wilson's arm.

"Can you, uh, come in the laundry room with me for a sec?" she requested. Wilson got out of his chair before gently sitting Sonya on it and following Valentine to the laundry room. She grabbed a string dangling from the ceiling with her bandage wrapped hand and pulled it down, illuminating the room with a single light-bulb that hung from the roof.

"Sorry for being, a...well, bitch," she apologized. "I just wanted to see how you reacted to it."

Wilson's face reddened. "I see. I haven't exactly been a saint either. Seriously, thanks for inviting us in your house, we're really grateful."

"No problem, Will," she responded, making a fist by her side.

The two began to exit out of the laundry room back into the living room, but Wilson stopped dead in his tracks and realized what Valentine just called him. "Wait, Wil- OW!" he exclaimed. Valentine delivered a friendly punch into his arm.

"Oh, man up, you baby, it was just a friendly punch" she said while she strolled past Wilson as he rubbed his arm in pain. --Fireworks888 (talk) 20:08, 31 August 2014 (UTC)

After moving most of the scavenged supplies into the house, Lander sat on the cold wood floor and let out a deep sigh. It was nice to finally get some time to rest after the whole ordeal the group's been through. Lander couldn't even remember when the last time he slept was.

Once Valentine and Wilson had returned, Lander decided to take this moment to talk to clarify a few things with Wilson.

"Hey Wilson, can I talk to you for a moment?" The guard nodded and walked over to him.

"So uh, can you tell me what the hell happened to Nicole back at the fuel depot?" Lander asked, while looking over to see the women tending to her cat-robot-thingy.

"No clue," spoke Wilson's answer. "Guess the water short-circuited her systems or something. Let's keep her away from any water now on, then."

"So, is that why she's uh more.......emotional now?"

"Guess so."

"Alright then..." Lander awkwardly looked around the room as he tried to think of something else to say. "So uh, after we drop off Lav at London, where are we gonna go?"

"Well..." Wilson bit down on his thumb as hard as he could. "I guess we stay in London as well, since we're already there. Finland's out of the question."

"Well, alright then. See ya later." Wilson headed to where Sonya was. Lander proceeded to turn towards Valentine, who was currently sitting on the only couch in the room eating the bag of chips Wilson had given her.

"So, Valentine was it? How exactly did you wind up here?" Lander asked the women.

"I was on London for a vacation, with my family. Became a cashier. But...something attacked it. Like a swarm of insects, locusts or something. My friend drove me here, to the closest town, but it was abandoned too. So I just set up my home here for the past two weeks." Val replied. Just then, Nicole perked her head up.

"That sounds like it could've been SCP-722, or maybe SCP-820, or-" Wilson proceeded to cover her mouth with his hand.

"What the hell are you people talking about?" Val asked, turning back towards Lander. He thought for a moment before replying.

"Well, it's a uh... wel it-ermm......alright fuck it, there's no point in keeping it a secret at this point. Val, I think it's time you learned the reason why the world is in ruins right now."

Lander then proceeded to explain to Val what the Foundation was, about the creatures and horrors they contained, about their downfall which lead to the world's current state, and what ultimately lead the group to wind up in her neck of the woods. After the talk, Val stared at Lander with unblinking eyes for what felt like minutes.

She let out an unsure hiss as she processed all of this information. "Yeeah, I don't know. I mean..." Thoughts flowed through her brain. She didn't want to sound like a conspiracy nut, but after all of weird shit she's seen out in the wastes, this seemed like more or less the only justification for it at the moment.

"Look, I'm not asking you to believe what I just said, but you have to understand that the world is a dangerous place now, and it isn't safe here. For the sake of your survival, it would be best if you joined us on our way to London." Lander said.

She let out a sigh before replying with "Alright fine, I'll join you. Just make yourselves at home until we can get to London, I guess." Lander grinned at her response. The thought of having this girl in the group gave Lander a warm feeling.

"So uh...how do you even plan on getting there? I mean, London and Canterbury are pretty far apart." Val said.

It was at this point that Wilson interjected. "We could walk, but I take it that'll take too long. Maybe we could use a train?" Val pondered at the thought.

"Well, there actually is a train station that leads to London not too far from here." she replied. "But it's not working, and I doubt any of you guys are like, advanced engineers or something." she chuckled. No one chuckled with her, and instead slowly titled their heads towards Wyn, who looked up at the crowd staring at him.

"Why are you all looking at me?" -- CommanderMark (Talk) 04:30, 14 September 2014 (UTC)

"Wyn, we..." Wilson stuttered. "You think you could fix a train?"

"Well," Wyn said. "Depends what type of train it is and in what way it's damaged. I've fixed my fair share of trams in the past, and their advanced programming isn't too different from a modern train's. I'll see what I can do."

"Great," Wilson said coldly. "We didn't pack any tools, so I'm gonna go look in the garage for a tool box or something."

Wilson strolled his way over to the garage. Hovering above a bike leaning up against the dirty walls was a wooden mantle with a dusty tool-box sitting upon of it. He ripped the box from its mount and carried to the kitchen, sitting it down on the bar and blowing the coat of dust it donned off of it. With a brutish punch, the weak lock that sealed the tool box shut broke and fell off, allowing Wilson to open it. Wyn admired the sea of tools that dwelled inside of it.

"Yeah, these could work," Wyn said.

Wilson looked over at Lavrov, still completely motionless. He went over the elderly man and checked his pulse, not concerned, just awed at the fact he was still unconscious after so many hours of rest. A pump still streamed through his neck's vein. But the doctor's eyes suddenly shot open as Wilson fiddled with his neck. The guard jerked back, just as surprised as Lavrov as the doctor's head darted back and forth, like a terrified bird. Ripping himself from the couch he laid on, Lavrov had the look of utter confusion and fear in his eyes. Wilson knew perfectly well how fear looked like.

Suddenly, the crazed doctor lashed out at Wilson, violently shoving the young man out the way before shouldering the front door open and bolting out of the house. Morison was the only one who cared enough to follow, though Lander and Wyn stared in complete awe through the windows at the sight of an MTF chasing down a mad scientist. The aftermath of the storm encased the town in a blanket of fog. Morison stumbled around the clouds that blinded him, before he realized Lavrov was long gone, and he was just chasing hurried footsteps that got more and more distant by the second. In under a minute, the doctor was completely enveloped in the mist, and was never seen by the group again. Defeated, Morison returned back to the lodge. "He's gone," the soldier said solemnly with the tone of loneliness in his throat.

"Well, that's one less mouth we have to feed," Wilson cynically stated.

"Dude, fucking stop," Morison said with an angered tone.

"Okay, okay! Sorry. Geez." Wilson sighed, surprised that Morison was so depressed and defensive over the departure of Lav; the man who held a gun to his head for his own benefit. "Well, Wyn, we going?"

"Wha-? Are you-?" Wyn was flabbergasted at the fact Wilson shrugged off the recent events so quickly, but could understand, remembering the vendetta between the two. "Whatever, just grab the tool box and let's go."

Five minutes passed since the two plunged themselves into the foggy abyss. Wyn's LED flashlight barely penetrated the blinding mist, but they were able to navigate their way through the haze and found a bright down directory that showed them the way to he Canterbury West railway station. The pair arrived to one of its platforms, and Wilson skimmed through the services.

2tph to London Charing Cross, via Ashford and Sevenoaks

"Perfect," Wilson said with a grin. Wyn looked up at the train and analyzed it. "Doesn't seem externally damaged," he remarked. "Guess the problem's technical, then." Wilson elbowed the glass out of the engine's doors, sliding it open to reveal a doorway to the train's controls. The guard pried the control box's door open, revealing its mechanical guts and whatnot, and Wyn analyzed them for a good minute or so.

"Think you can fix it?"

"Yeah, it's elementary. May take some time, though. Hand me the tool box."

Wilson sloppily chucked the box at Wyn, causing it to fall over and spill out a pile of tools.

"Yeah, thanks," Wyn sarcastically said, grabbing a tool from the pile and getting to work. The guard then dragged his feet out of the locomotive and plopped down on a passenger seat.

Meanwhile, a little brown teddy bear wandered through the streets. Shipped out of the Foundation by a ferry that crashed near Ipswich, the bear wandered about the rainy roads of England in search of blood to splatter upon its fluffy little body. "Are you done yet?" an echo said that drew the creature's attention to a supposedly empty train platform. The annoying question came from Wilson as he sank in the seat he laid in. As the creature approached the platform, it was interrupted by a loud BANG! that rang throughout the entire block. The bear dashed towards the gunshot, which came from a regular house, with lights and voices spilling out of the windows. The murderous teddy bear had some new friends to play with. --Fireworks888 (talk) 06:12, 14 September 2014 (UTC)

As Wilson and Wyn exited the house, both Lander and Valentine remained where they were.

Morison suddenly stood from his seat and said "I'm heading up to get shut-eye, anyone who enters the room gets shot. Goodnight." as he stomped up the stairs like an angry child. This left both Lander and Valentine alone on the ground floor.

Lander was tempted to go after Lavrov to, but at the same time he really wasn't up for trying to get that psycho back, if anything the group would be better off without him.

"I'm just gonna suppose that guy doesn't have the best of attitudes." Valentine spoke softly.

"Yeah, but he's not as much as a pain as Lavrov was, would you believe he tried to threaten us to take him to London on a raft in the middle of an ocean?" Lander grinned at the memory, partly because he was hoping that he would never have to see Lav again.

Lander was tempted to go after him when he ran out spontaneously, but at the same time he really wasn't up for trying to get that psycho back, if anything the group would be better off without him.

"What are you gonna do while we wait for Will and that girl to fix that train?" Valentine said, ignoring Lander's question.

For the first time in a quite a long time, Lander laughed. "Hehe, believe it or not that girl is actually a guy, in fact he even has a fear of women."

"Really?" Val giggled out of courtesy. "That's pretty silly." She said with a small fake smile, she didn't really want to hear comments abou the man who he had shot so little time ago, neither offend Lander by pointing it out.

The house fell quiet again after that small chat. It was at this point that Lander realized something.

If Wilson left with Wyn, then where the hell is Sonya? Lander turned his head around the room and stumbled upon a rather cute sight. Both Nicole and Sonya were snuggled up beside each other, deep in sleep on the far side of the room.

"Well, they're asleep, guess it's just us until Wil and Wyn come back." Lander stated. "Hey, when you were threatening Lav with the gun, did you actually mean to shoot him in the dick?"

"Erm," Val stuttered with red flashing on her face. "I was actually trying to hit him in his head."

"You were probably nervous. It's important to remain completely still and focus so that you don't fuck up your shot." Lander said.

"Really? Huh. Well, I guess there's no better teacher than a soldier when it comes to shooting." Val gestured towards the door leading outside, in one of the walls of the house there was a old dartboard she used to keep herself occupied. "Think we could target practice?"

"Uh, s-sure I guess." Lander and Val got up from their seat and walked towards the door, around the house, away from the people, until they reached the dartboard. Lander grabbed a pistol out of his bag and handed it to Val. "Here, you should use this pistol as a backup. From what I've seen the shotgun you were using was in a bad state, wouldn't want it jamming up at the wrong time and having nothing else to defend yourself."

Val took the pistol out of his hand and aimed the barrel straight at the board's center, closing her left eye like she saw in the movies. "Hey, can you cover my ears?" She asked, with a hint of uncomfort in her voice.

"Uh, yeah sure." Lander carefully placed his hands over Val's ears. "Alright, now stay calm, aim your gun, hold your breath, then fire."

Val nervously followed Lander's orders exactly, pulling the trigger as her lungs stopped, and with a loud BANG ripped a steaming hole through the wooden wall, a few inches away from the board's heart.

Lander quietly laughed. "Remember that the second you fire there's gonna be recoil, that can fuck you over."

Suddenly, the silence filled with a loud shriek as Sonya spontaneously ran out the house's front door, screaming Wilson's name.

"Aw shit! We'll continue this later, Wilson will kill me if she doesn't get back!" Lander said.

"Wait, I'll go with you." Val said as the two of them bolted after her -- CommanderMark (Talk) 01:20, 24 November 2014 (UTC)

"Oh my god, Wyn, it's a train, how long could it take to fix a fucking train?"

"Exactly! It's a TRAIN! And I'm almost done, just leave me alone if you want me to finish faster."

Wilson let out a pretentiously loud sigh and exited the train, descending onto the fog encased railway platform and pulling out a forest green lighter he had stolen from a bag under one of the passenger seats. He had still kept the Heavy Eight cigarette from his last smoking encounter, which ended in a disaster, and gouged it between in his lips. Hope the lighter doesn't fucking explode, Wilson mused as he flicked the trigger and revealed a flame, lighting up the cigarette and smoking it. Suddenly, he heard a trio of foot-steps, some heavy, some light, coming from the billow of fog that laid before him. Exhaling out a puff of smoke, Wilson curiously but cautiously walked towards the sprinting foot-steps.

About 10 seconds later, a familiar young voice screamed, with the sound of tears serving as the spine of the terrified voice. "TYRONE!"

"Sonya?!" Wilson replied.

"Sonya! Get back here!" the voice of another familiar man spoke, this disembodied voice splitting through the blinding midst. Wilson began sprinting in the direction of the crying and foot-steps, and finally, ran into a troubled Sonya. Wilson stopped dead in his tracks and crouched before hugging the young girl, as she sobbed and sniveled. He stroked her long hair and swished out a calming "shhhh", trying to calm her down, and flicked out his cigarette. With Sonya still safely wrapped into his chest in a tight hug, Wilson looked up to see a breathless Valentine and Lander looming over him.

"Lander? Val? What happened?" Wilson spoke soft voice.

"Well we uh..." Lander didn't want to admit that they were the reason she got freaked out. "She uh, she woke and realized you weren't there and just bolted out the door."

"Oh. I'm so sorry for leaving you," Wilson said.

"It's fi- oh, you were talking to Sonya, okay," Val spoke up, feeling rather awkward afterwards.

"So how is it? Back at the house?"

"Calm. I was improving Val's aim and Morison is still really pissed about Lav."

Wilson chuckled. He picked up Sonya as she calmed down on his chest. "You two go off to the house and tell the group to come over here, I'm gonna go get Wyn. He's almost done with the train." Lander nodded and sprinted off, disappearing yet again into the midst. "Ugh, MORE running? But i'm sooo tired!" Val complained as she reluctantly followed Lander. Wilson carried Sonya off back into the train where he spoke to Wyn in the locomotive.

"You guys sure did have an episode out there," Wyn remarked. "I just have a few more wires to connect, then I'll be completely done. Should take a minute or two."

Meanwhile, 1048 neared the house. Hearing voices coming from behind the study wooden door, a spiral of hair with immeasurable power shot out of its chest, completely obliterating the door down. Nicole, Thomas, Luke, and Morison stood speechless at the bear as it walked through the doorway and around the remains of the door. It curiously turned its head at the four personnel. --Fireworks888 (talk) 01:44, 24 November 2014 (UTC)

Nicole didn't even need to think to identify the thing that stood before her. SCP - 1048, something that had reached the point of myth among most members of the Foundation who had the clearance level or enough skill at snooping around to find the info without being caught. How the thing got here, she could only guess, but her guessing algorithm had been damaged by water exposure and could not come up with a proper answer at the time.

"Everybody, run." She said in her normal, flat tone that showed no fear. She grabbed the lampcat and bolted for the next exit of the house with Morison at her side, Thomas and Luke lagging behind. As she reached the exit, she heard the brutal cries of the other two lagging scientists being cut off by the sounds of tearing flesh and snapping bone.

"Jesus Christ! " Morison exclaimed as they both bolted from the house, two less living souls then before. Without thinking, Nicole lead Morison to the nearest gas station. --Trialtrex21 (talk) 26 November 2014 (UTC)

"I'm sick of running! Do I have to remind you that I haven't eaten like anything in these past days? My feet hurt! Not to mention the fucking cuts! I swear I'm going to go insane if we keep it like this aaaaAAAAaarrgh!" Valentine complained, running unenergetically and breathing heavily; if there's anything she wanted it was a rest, after all, an incredible ammount of things had happened to her these past days and it was surely tiring for her.

Lander was a few meters in front of her, not really paying attention at Valentine's constant complaining. He started to run faster, eventually outrunning Valentine, who couldn't catch up to him and had to walk for a while to catch her breath

"I wonder bringing them here was a good idea, i'm starting to doubt it." She muttered to herself, frustrated, she kept walking until she saw Lander, standing cautiously, hunched over, as if sneaking.

"There you are! You left me behind you goddamn son a b-..." Her voice faded, she noticed a very small figure walking outside of the house, which now was lacking the front door. "...I swear once I find who of you guys broke my door someone is going to get their balls shot again." She said, walking to the house.

She approached what seemed to be a small brown teddy bear, walking in the front yard innocently, no sign of it just having brutally killed Thomas and Luke, whose bodies were inside the house. She smiled, if this was a SCP, then it didn't look like one of the threatening ones her new roommates had recently told her about.

"Oh, aren't you a little cute thing!" She said, as she kneeled over to grab the teddy bear and hold it as if it was a baby. Lander looked from across the yard, only 10 meters from her, his face showing absolute incredulity and terror.

She looked at Lander, one hand waving while the other held the teddy bear. "Is this one of the SCPs you guys were talking about? It looks absolutely adorable! Can I keep it?" She shouted, now using her two hands to grab the bear, she gave it a hug. "You remind me so much of the toys I used to have as a kid." She muttered.

Lander could not believe what he was seeing, he stood, frozen, unsure of what to do.

--Irontaco (talk) 04:14, 30 November 2014 (UTC)

Wilson had drifted off into sleep with Sonya in his arms on a passenger seat, but was rudely awakened by Wyn.

"Unnnh....hey, Wyn," Wilson said groggily. "You finally fixed the train? 'Bout fucking time."

"I fixed the train five minutes ago, Wilson."

Wilson's jade melted out of his mood and was replaced with concern. "Shit, really? There's no way it'd take them that long to get back. Something's wrong."

"Exactly. It'd be best to go investigate. You should leave the child here, where it's safe."

"No way, Wyn. She's safest with me."

"I doubt that. No offense, officer, but you're a walking danger-magnet."

"She'll have a breakdown without me, she's coming with me, end of discussion. Now, let's go."

With a semi-unconscious Sonya lovingly latched around his back, Wilson unholstered a pair of loaded glocks and tossed one to Wyn, who awkwardly caught it. The fog thickened, and by the time they were in the heart of Canterbury it was virtually impossible to see anything more than 5 inches in front of your face even with a strong flashlight splitting the cloud in half. After more walking, a bold subtitle, apparently a shop's LED sign, faintly shined through the weakening fog. "CHEVRON'S GAS-STATION". Sprinting footsteps were heard in the distance. --Fireworks888 (talk) 04:35, 30 November 2014 (UTC)

''Alright alright don't panic...she's just holding an incredibly hostile SCP which can probably murder the both of us at any moment... no pressure.''

Lander remained still, unsure of what to do in this situation. His training only ever went as far as saying that he should remain a good distance's away from an 1048 instance and remain completely as to not aggravate it. However, Lander didn't really know how to handle this particular situation, not to mention that this particular 1048 instance looked completely different from any other version of it documented.

From what Lander could tell, the bear was entirely made out of brown hair, with two buttons stitched into the head and a snout made out of a lightish brown hair.

"V-Val, listen to me." Lander nervously said. "Put the bear down slowly, and back away from it without any sudden movements as quickly as possible."

"Aw, c'mon, Lander, there's no way a tough soldier like you is scared of this little teddy bear." Val responded, wriggling the teddy bear in front of her.

"J-just put the f-fucking bear down! I'm telling you right now that that SCP is very dangerous and the fact that it hasn't tried to kill you yet is astonishing. Just please, put the bear down!" Lander pleaded.

"Ugh, fine, you big scaredy cat," Val mockingly replied as she sat the bear down carelessly.

As she was about to let the bear it immediately hoped out of her hand walked towards one of the walls of the room and stared at it.

"Uh, what's it doing?" Val asked.

"No idea. Listen, we need to get out of her-" The bear spontaneously did a 180 and began tugging at the hair on its stomach. It kept tugging at it at increasingly faster rates until the hair ripped in half, revealing a series of tendrils that immediately shot out of its stomach.

"Shit! Let's get out of here now!"

The two survivors bolted for the door, and about a second later the old, moulded walls of the house collapsed as the tendrils bursted through them.

"Welp, there goes my fucking house!" Val said as the remains of her residence rained down upon her. "What was that thing?"

"Long story short an evil teddy bear that can replicate itself, with each replication having different abilities." Lander said. "This is why you shouldn't mess with these creatures, they may seem harmless but there's a reason we have been desperately trying to keep these things away from the public."

"Jesus Christ, this sounds like some fucking horror story or something."

As they left the house the tendrils began retreating back into the debris, and then the teddy bear emerged from the wreckage. It stared at the two people for a second before briskly following them.-- CommanderMark (Talk) 05:02, 21 December 2014 (UTC)

RP is dead indefinitely. --CommanderMark