The Endless Shuttle

Rope sighed.

"I see. Wingate, I heard Kevin's voice. Does he want to go to the scene?"

"……Yes."

Wingate's voice paused.

In his office, Kevin Hollard somehow began to scold Wingate.

"...I locked Kevin in my office, luck like SCP-682 can't happen twice, I won't let him risk it."

"Stupid! "SCP-049" is definitely not as gentle as it appears on the surface! I'll have to bring the biology researcher with me, if he creates infectious living corpses..."

"Wingate, just lock him up like this, and I'll go to the airport right away."

Luo Pei, who didn't want to hear the quarrel anymore, hung up the phone, rubbing the center of his brows with a headache.

Although there was a misjudgment of Wingate's dereliction of duty, but this time the two SCP containment objects escaped Lopei's fault, who made this storm on a whim.

According to the tone of Wingate and Kevin, if left alone, the number of living people on the island may decrease by 50% in just a few hours, which is not what Rope wants.

The topic of the time machine has only just begun, what kind of evil is this...

Shaking his head, the black-haired young man jumped up from the window, turned into swift wind, and rushed towards the place where the incident happened.

...

The sudden torrential rain did not stop.

A gust of cold north wind blew, and the rain, which was dense like a waterfall, was blown into scattered smoke, finely sprinkled on this isolated island standing on the ocean.

In the woods around the airport, the soldiers kept their footsteps down as much as possible, and walked slowly and nervously. The continuous water dripping from the leaves turned them into drowned chickens, and they didn't even notice that the fingers holding the guns were soaked and turned white.

Because compared to these, they care more about their own lives.

Suddenly, a soldier shouted in panic.

"Captain! Ten o'clock northwest, yes, those things! My God, I saw Jon, they all..."

Da da da!

The young soldier was sieved by bullets before he could say the rest.

"All look for cover." Hiding behind a tree, the team leader gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Don't be merciful, they are no longer comrades-in-arms and friends you know, treat them as living corpses, shoot them quickly if you don't want to die!"

After speaking, he also aimed the semi-automatic rifle in the direction where the soldiers found the enemy.

Just like the biochemical crisis appeared in reality, two broken soldiers with strange physical characteristics were holding their guns with grim expressions. They ignored the fatal damage caused by the suppression of firepower, and walked forward step by step with firm steps.

They were still joking with their comrades this morning, but after the plane crashed and SCP containment failed.

——Creatures that are neither human nor ghost.

"Tsk, the support hasn't arrived yet..."

Avoiding a burst of fire, the squad leader's forehead was scratched with blood.

When he poked his head out again to cover his teammates, he found that the rifle in his hand had run out of bullets.

In contrast, one of the two living corpses had its body broken into two sections, and finally lost signs of life.

"Team, Captain, will we die here? Will we die in the hands of these monsters? My suicide note is still locked in the cabinet, can the Foundation deliver it to my mother...?"

Beside him, a soldier smiled miserably, his hand shaking the gun.

"You'll be fine, we'll be fine..."

The squad leader took the gun from the soldier's hand.

A weapon in the hands of a panicked companion is far more terrifying than an enemy.

"You should contact the C7 troops right now, they should be around here, we can no longer just sit around and wait for support. You must..."

The captain's voice stopped abruptly, and he stared blankly at the soldiers.

—To be precise, it was behind the soldiers.

The humanoid entity in a black robe is about 1.9 meters tall, and its appearance is consistent with that of a medieval plague doctor. There is a white pottery crow mask on its face under the hood. The eyes of the mask are like two black holes, as if to put The human soul sucks in, but wonderfully with a touch of benevolence.

The soldier looked at the expression of the squad leader and realized something, he was almost crying.

"It, it's right behind me... isn't it?"

"..."

The squad leader didn't answer, he pointed his gun at the plague doctor, and swallowed his saliva.

"...get away from him, monster."

"I've never seen anyone as badly infected as you guys."

The plague doctor spoke.

Its voice could not tell the difference between male and female, and its gentle voice was still clear even in the rain, with a clear sense of pity.

"It's so miserable. On this isolated island, you must have been tortured by the plague very painfully? Don't worry, everything is fine, even in the wild, even in the rain, I can heal you... Heals you very quickly."

It slowly raised its hand, and its black fingers rested on the soldier's neck like a death scythe.

The plague doctor's voice became softer.

"Relax, you will be fine. I swear, when you wake up, the plague will not continue to torture you, and you will see a brand new world and a life full of hope..."

The moment the black-gloved fingers touched the soldier's skin, the soldier who was still in extreme panic calmed down.

The breathing stopped, the heart stopped, and the body fell limply.

--die.

The squad leader held his breath, he was not high enough to understand the current situation.

Why, why does mere touch kill a full-grown male? !

The plague doctor didn't let the soldier fall just like that. He held the dead man and gently placed it on the ground like a comatose critically ill patient.

It didn't know where to find a black medical bag, and took out a scalpel and various instruments from it.