Friendship Letters
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on February 26, 2018
//Instead of one giant wall post, I've decided to continue my little story in the form of a blog. Links to music provided if you want some ambiance.
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At 2:40 PM 2/26/18, Facility 16 military personnel gather within the facility's cafeteria. There are 15 Alpha's, 5 betas (not including military personnel), 10 military personnel, and 1 gamma. Military personnel and Gamma seat remaining personnel. Briefing begins.
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Dr. Wells stood before the cafeteria of silent researchers, scared workers, and soldiers who were preparing for the mission that was about to be launched. "Gentlemen. I'm sure your trip here was bad, but the mission you're about to go on will be far more dangerous. According to military, and research personnel, our odds of succeeding are less than 20%. However, if we want any hope of getting out of here alive we must take the risk of failing, and subsequently dying." He'd pause for a moment before speaking again. "Our objective is the communications room. We will move together as a one unit to ensure the best odds of survival, and success. Military personnel will form the outer perimeter, with the alphas filling in the gaps, and forming behind them. The researchers and I will be in the middle to quickly fill any breaches in the perimeter. If anyone breaks formation they will be shot. We can't afford to have anyone causing mass panic." Wells' voice was cold, and uncaring. Everyone in the room knew he was being serious. Not that he ever wasn't. "Once we reach the communications room we will form a defensive perimiter inside outside the entrance. I will attempt to contact other facilities to inform them of the situation, and if possible, contact an emergency response unit. Once contact has been established, and we confirm that aid will be sent we will return to the cafeteria and rest. We will send out teams of 5 to scout out the rest of the facility for survivors. Is this clear?" Wells would look around the room recieving nods, and vocalizations from the other personnel. "Good. Now report to military personnel to recieve a firearm." The alpha's and researchers would then stand up and walk to the soldiers. The alphas mostly recieved submachine guns, and shotguns. Researchers recieved low calibur handguns, and semi automatic rifles. Wells was using his own revolver, and a compact shotgun. Researchers would recieve makeshift armor, while alpha's recieved no armor. Wells' coat was fiber armored. After having geared up the group got into position and set out towards the communications room.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PfKCLbJnEPA //You might want to right click and loop this track.
With military, and alpha class personnel leading the way the group made their way through the facility, terminating any 303-1 instances they came across. The 303-1 instances seemed to still be able to understand, and speak languages they had known before becoming a 303-1 instance, and still knew how most modern technlology worked, but they refused to use guns. Wells and the other researchers quickly realized that the sound of guns being fired scared the instances, and ordered the others to simply scared 303-1 instances off by firing sidearms instead of killing them unless absolutely needed. The group made it to the communications room only suffering one casuality. An alpha had been hit in the head with a desk lamp thrown by a 303-1 instance before being shot by another alpha. The injured alpha suffered a concussion and was carried by another alpha. Wells quickly sat down at the main computer and input all the required information. He'd then begin to open up all sorts of encrypted radio frequencies and broadcast a message. "To anyone who can hear this. This is Dr. ██████ █████ of Facility 16." The redactor was already redacting information as he spoke. "We are suffering a code gray lockdown, with hostile SCP infected personnel inside the facility. As of now we are unsure how many uninfected personnel are currently alive. Requesting assistance from another facility, or emergency response team." Wells would wait before repeating his sentence. A voice would then reply. "Facility 16, this is Facility 21. Your message has been recieved and we are contacting Delta Command. Emergency Response Team is in route. ETA, 2 days." Wells would respond. "Understood. We'll locate uninfected personnel, and fortify the cafitera. Inform the ERT of our location." The other voice would answer. "Copy that 16. Good luck." The communications would then cut. Wells would quickly terminate all frequencies, and log off of the main computer. "Hostiles incoming! Open fire!" One of the military personnel shouted. Gunfire erupted from the doorway. Wells turned around with his revolver drawn to see a hoard of 303-1 instances charging the group. "HOLY ████!" One of the alphas screamed as he fired into the hoard. A prolonged battle had just begun.
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The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the halls of Facility 16. Wave upon wave of 303-1 instances rushed towards the communications room where 31 uninfected personnel with firearms were desperately trying to hold back the hoard. "KEEP POURING ON THE FIRE!" A sergant shouted. The 303-1 instances were starting to get closer and closer to the group, and some of the untrained alpha's were starting to waver. One alpha dropped his submachine gun and attempted to flee, only to be ████ and ██████ by Dr. Wells. Without having to say a word, the message was clear. No one else dared to try and run away. Wells soon began to fire upon the 303-1 instances with the SMG that the now ████ alpha had dropped. The firefight lasted for serveral hours before the unifected had a chance to make a run for the cafeteria. They had lost 10 alphas, 2 betas, and 1 military personnel during the fight. "The path is clear! Get back to the cafeteria!" Wells would shout as he terminated an infected griffon.
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The retreat back to the cafeteria was much less organized than the trip to the communications room. Now they were being chased on their way back, and they were nearly out of ammunition. Wells had run out of ammunition for his SMG, but kept it with him. His revolver only had 4 shots left. The group raced back through the halls with anyone who still had ammo firing back at the 303-1 instances. By this time, someone somewhere else in the facility had somehow activated the automated defense turrets. The turrets suddenly came to life and began to mow down any 303-1 instances that came within their range, but the turrets could only be so effective. The group was still being chased by quite a large group of 303-1 instances, and they were only halfway to the cafeteria. The memetic effects of the 303-1 instances was quicly getting to the less stable alphas, and they began to split off from the group. The remaining personnel were tired, and were soon to run out of ammunition, and energy. The remaining military personnel brought up the rear, with the betas, and Wells leading the heavily depleted group. One soldier tripped and fell, before he could get up he was trampled by the hoard. Near the point of passing out, the group finally made it to the hallway leading to the cafeteria. The doors were open, and dozens of alpha class personnel, and soldiers were inside with a defensive perimiter. There weren't nearly that many personnel in there before the mission, but no one was going to ask how everyone got there. The group rushed past the defense and nearly collapsed behind it. The defenses guns would then light up the hoard. Dozens of rapid fire rifles, machine guns, and even a minigun made short work of the remaining hoard. The doors were then closed, and barricaded. It would be a while before anyone was ready for the debriefing so everyone decided to rest for the afternoon. This was a huge step forward for the survivors as now, a battalion strength detachment of military personnel, along with an Emergency Response Team were now on their way to Facility 16.
