[ WP ] You are a D-class personnel in the SCP foundation . One of the Keter monsters have gotten out , and now you must survive .

Times were tough and the economy had really taken a turn for the worse so when a mysterious figure in a suit and smelling of disinfectant came and offered me a job I couldn ’ t exactly say no. After all with my criminal record I ’ d be lucky to get a job cleaning up shit off the dumpster behind a mcdonalds let alone 50 grand a year for “ containment specialist ”. 
 
 The first thing I noticed was how similar this place was to prison. They gave us showers, then shaved our heads, we all got tattoos with weird numbers on our forearms, mine was 11345-J. And asked us all about our religion and family and personal beliefs, it had a very holocausty feel to it. I asked them why the numbers and the guy in the lab coat, Dr. Bright or something, said “ For body identification ” all serious like. We all laughed but something in his eyes made me a little uncomfortable. There were twelve of us in the first group that came in. They called us a squad and said we were only allowed to talk to people of our own “ class ” or below and were barred from leaving certain areas. It all struck me as something very military. We were all “ D ” class personel. The same doctor that processed us all joked the D stood for soon to be dead. It was less funny this time. 
 
 The mess hall was normal enough with all of us D class people sitting together eating whatever mystery meat they fed us. The higher ups sat off to the side. They always seemed busy and stressed constantly looking over their shoulders and talking to each other in whispers. The D class were much louder and seemed genuinely happier. You could tell which group you were in by how many people were smiling is what we joked about. 
 
 My job was mainly leg work I worked in what they called a “ Containment Area ” For god knows what, they never told us, the rumors were from drugs to a prostitution ring no one really knew. Personally I thought it had a more government feel. I thought it was secret weapons or something. I wasn ’ t far off looking back. 
 
 The day it happened was really different. See some higher up gave an order and we did what they said. Mostly I just sat guarding this door. But today was different there were lots of labcoats and military looking guys outside the door. I went up and talked to one of the guns. “ Uhh what ’ s going on? ” I asked confused. Maybe I ’ d get the day off. “ That ’ s on a need to know basis. ” He said from his tone I couldn ’ t tell if he was pissed or bored and it didn ’ t help that he was wearing these weird goggles. “ Alright I need to know I guard this shithole and as far as I can see you ’ re where I ’ m supposed to be guarding. ” I said probably a little too rudely for my rank but what the hell. “ It ’ s standard maintenance. ” He said in his half bored half I ’ m gon na kill you voice. “ You can stand here if you want it ’ ll be over soon and you ’ ll hopefully be reassigned. ” “ Alright then I guess I will ” I replied beligerintly this guy was getting on my nerves. 
 
 I went to go sit down in my chair and tried to look intimidating. The problem was that I mostly just surfed the internet on my phone or napped when I was “ guarding ” so my body wasn ’ t really used to being on high alert. I didn ’ t want the military faggot to see me sleeping on the job though so I really made an effort but the constant hub of talking and mechanical clinking had me drifting off within the hour. It didn ’ t help that we usually stayed up late blowing our money at the local “ D-Class ” strip clubs and last night was no exception. Soon I was full on nodding off. 
 
 I guess that ’ s what saved me. The nodding off I mean. I ’ m not proud of it but when that shitstorm went down I ’ m glad my eyes were closed. See I was having this dream where there was an explosion and then all these people screaming in this hole in the ground filled with fire and bodies. Then there were gunshots and in my half asleep state I was like “ God damn who ’ s shooting at me again I ’ m SLEEPING? ” then I woke up for real with a start and it was terrible fucking terrible. 
 
 The first thing I noticed was the arm on my lap. What the hell. It looked like a regular arm which is the scariest bit the hand was opening and closing quickly and blood was rushing out all over my pants. Then the screaming and yelling hit me. I turned and looked and saw this… mass it ’ s belly all swollen and it ’ s arms all spindly and long, it was kind of human I guess, but like it hadn ’ t eaten in days. Anyways it was leaping from man to man just I don ’ t know how to put it. Devouring? Decimating? It was disgusting. I didn ’ t know what was going on. Pieces of those labcoat guys were just everywhere the metal from the container must have been 4 ft thick was punched open like a rocket launcher hit it. I didn ’ t know what to do. This was way over my pay grade. 
 
 I pulled out my regulation NG-01 and pulled the trigger at the thing out of instinct. It hit it but honestly nothing happened really. It ’ s skin didn ’ t look too thick but it didn ’ t go in. All the military guys who were left alive were yelling something about “ Keters ” and “ Special goggles not working ” or some shit. I noticed a few were shielding their eyes from the thing like it was the sun or something which was weird cause it wasn ’ t. Anyways it finished the guy it was destroying and jumped like no human I ’ ve seen jump towards the next guy who was looking at it. And oh god the screams. That ’ s when I lost it. I just kind of puked and fell into the guts of this guy next to me and cried and must ’ ve passed out. That ’ s all I really remember. When I came to everyone was in pieces. I don ’ t know what the fuck this place is but I don ’ t think I will ever be able to work here again. I mean there were intestines everywhere and the smell and I saw the guy with the glasses or what was left of him he had this look of horror on his face like he saw the most revolting thing in the world right before he died. I don ’ t know what that thing was but I ’ m glad I never had to see the front of it. 
 
 *Addendum: agent 11345-J was administered a class A amnesiac. He has been reassigned to work in [ REDACTED ] due to his violent temperment and obvious lack of competence. [ DATA EXPUNGED ] has been since returned to containment for more information about this see incident Incident-096-1-A. * 
 
 
 

