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

*Wharp! Wharp! * The alarms blared their sickly siren call, summoning all who hear their cry outside. The slamming of doors and the pounding of feet punctuate the plaintive cry of the alert, waking Jackson ( Personnel, D-Class ( drains and horticulture ) ) from his nap. 
 Poking his head out the door, he spotted the last remnants of the base run along the corridor. Finally tuning into the fact that *this* alarm was not a drill, he grabbed the shoulder of the last person running. 
 `` Wha-what's going on?'' The man he grabbed shook him off, and continued running, shouting his reply over his shoulder. 
 `` Get out you fool! A Keter Monster's loose! Ru...'' His last word was cut short as the security doors slammed down, plunging the hall into the neon green of the emergency lights. 
 `` But - but what's a Keter monster?'' Whispered Jackson, feeling lost and alone in the dark. He turned to walk back to his cubby hole; unfortunately for him, his curiosity as to the emergency was cured a few seconds later.
