A blaring alarm pulls me from my slumber like a drowning man breaking the water's surface.

I sit up from my desk, a string of saliva, stretching from my cheek to the pool of drool currently soaking into my papers.

Looking around like a newborn baby, and just as scared, I try to pull myself together. I try to will my sluggish synapses

into firing at their regular speed as screams come from the hallway.

Containment breach, I whispered to myself, still unable to believe it. Reaching up and wiping a

paperclip off my saliva-soaked cheek. I say it again.

Containment breach? My synapses are getting into a rhythm now, the sleep falling away with

increasing speed. I shoot up from my desk and shout, containment breach! As I run out my door,

yanking it open and stepping into the smoke-shrouted hallway,

there's a prehistoric roar from down the hall, and the floor shakes as if from an explosion.

A man comes running from the direction of the roar, half hidden by smoke.

I crouched down, trying not to breathe the smoke in as the man approaches, coughing.

Then I recognize him. Lester,

I shout. Thank God you're okay. Containment breach. He screams. I nod, grabbing his arm and

dragging him with me down the hall. We duck into the nearest stairwell and move up toward the

floor above, since it's an underground facility, and we need

to go up to go out. Thankfully, it's not so smoky in the stairwell.

What happened? I asked. Lester shakes his head. His face somehow pale despite his dark skin.

It was horrible. It broke out of its cell, and then it started breaking the other SCPs out

of their cells. It's chaos, pure chaos and death. Which one's escaped? I ask, as we come

to the door to sub-level three. We're starting up to sub-level two when Lester opens his mouth

to answer. But before he can tell me which SCPs have escaped,

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