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

Mac finished mopping the hallway and entered the bathroom, he set the mop against the white tiled wall and pulled a cigarette out of the crumpled pack in his blue uniform breast pocket. The no smoking sign stared him in the face as he lit and took a deep drag. Three months into this job at the SCP, or the Scientific Creationist Program. Mac did n't know what they did here and he did n't care to find out. His job was pushing a mop and cleaning up after the important white lab coat wearing folks. He blew a cloud of smoke toward the vent in the ceiling, if Joseph caught him smoking he would fire him for sure. With a heavy sigh he tossed the half smoked cigarette into the toilet and flushed it away. 
 
 He pushed the wet mop around the white tile floors of the bathroom and worked his way toward the door. A heavy metallic screeching stopped him in his tracks. Reflexively he threw the bolt lock on the bathroom door and took a few nervous steps back. The screech sounded like it had come from the hallway. He felt like lighting up another cigarette to calm his frayed nerves. 
 
 `` Just being stupid,'' he said to himself trying to shake the fear out of his old bones. He listened at the door for a few long seconds hearing nothing. 
 
 `` See nothing to be worried about,'' he mumbled and reached for the dead bolt. Something heavy threw itself into the door, the frame bent slightly and the door was slightly warped in the center. Again and again something hit the door desperately trying to break through, it screeched in frustration. Mac ran on the slick floor and hid in the toilet praying that whatever it was would stop. 
 
 `` Please stop, please stop,'' he repeated over and over holding his hands over his ears. 
 
 Mac could barely hear the gunshots, but he had lived in bad enough neighborhoods to recognize them. The creature let out another screech. Men were yelling in the hallway and the gunshots came in rapid fire. They were silenced by an ear splitting screech and sounds of men screaming in pain. 
 
 Silence. 
 
 Mac sat on the toilet for a long time before he mustered the courage to walk to the door. His heart raced in his chest as he reached out for the dead bolt. As quietly as he could manage he turned it and opened the door. 
 
 The once clean white walls were covered in blood, the floor Mac had mopped a few minutes before was a thick pool of coagulating blood. Severed limbs, black combat boots, rifles, hair, intestines, everything that should be inside a human body was floating in the thick pool. Mac vomited. 
 
 He had to make it to the service elevator. It was the only way he could escape, his janitor badge would n't work on any other door. He steeled his fleeting courage and walked through the blood. The sickening sound of blood sticking to his boots almost made him throw up again. Deep claw like gouges were torn out of the wall like a massive bear swiped the walls. Whatever it was, Mac did n't want to find it. The main lights had gone out and the emergency lights were sporadic making it so Mac had to walk through dark spots in certain hallways. *Anything could be hiding in those shadows, * he thought to himself as he approached each one. He had never thought of himself as a coward, but he ran like a child down the hallway when he saw the service elevator at the end of it. He swiped his white badge over the proximity reader. A red light flashed. 
 
 `` Shit!'' 
 
 He swiped again. Red. Red. Red. 
 
 `` No, no no no no!'' 
 
 He swiped again. Green. 
 
 `` Yes!'' 
 
 The twin steel doors slid open. A deafening screech came from down the hallway behind him. He did n't want to turn his head, but his body refused to listen. 
 
 He glanced over his shoulder and saw a large shape barreling toward him. 
 
 `` Holy shit!'' 
 
 He jumped into the elevator and smashed the close door button over and over. 
 
 It screeched again as it raced down the hallway. Mac could see thick fur covering a snarling bearlike face. Yellow eyes glowed in the shadows it passed through. The doors slid closed as the creature hit them. Claws scratched against the metal doors trying to force them open. 
 
 `` Go go go go!'' 
 
 The elevator heard his prayers and lurched upward. Seventeen floors later the elevator came to a stop at the service entry to the facility. His rusted truck sat in the parking lot, he started a slow jog down the concrete service ramp toward it. 
 
 Something heavy struck him in the face that sent him spinning to the ground. 
 
 A man in a white lab coat stood over him with three armed men dressed in black combat gear. 
 
 Mac felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck and saw a syringe in the doctor's hand. 
 
 `` What are we going to do with him?'' one of the armed men asked the doctor. 
 
 `` We have n't gotten to human trials yet. But, I think the Director will make an exception after what our janitor friend has seen. Contain the other Keter, alive if possible. If not, well, we might just have a replacement.'' the doctor said as Mac's eyes slid closed. 
 
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