Scp - 008 "Zombie Plague"
Object Class - Euclid
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Site-19, G2 Containment Wing – June 8, 2025
The shrill klaxon echoed through the steel corridors. Dr. Mira Chen sprinted toward the Level 4 lab, her heart pounding beneath her biohazard suit. The red lights made everything look like it was bleeding.
"Status!" she barked, bursting into the control room.
Agent Ramirez, pale behind his respirator, pointed to the monitors. "Containment breach, Lab 3. Two researchers inside. Quarantine doors sealed, but…"
On the screen, two figures in torn suits staggered, one clutching at the other's arm, blood already soaking the floor.
Mira's gloved hands shook. "How long since exposure?"
"Twenty minutes. They're showing symptoms." Ramirez's voice was tight. "It's 008, isn't it?"
She nodded grimly. "No airborne risk, but if they get out—"
He finished for her. "We're all dead."
Dr. Chen activated the intercom. "Dr. Patel, Dr. Voss, can you hear me?"
On the monitor, Dr. Patel looked up, sweat streaming down her face. "Mira… it's in the suit. I can feel it. My head—" She clawed at her mask.
Dr. Voss was already slurring his words. "Can't… think straight. Please, Mira. Don't let us out."
Mira's throat tightened. "I'm sorry. I can't."
Patel forced a smile. "You know protocol. Incinerate the lab."
Ramirez hesitated at the console. "Orders?"
Mira swallowed. "Do it."
He pressed the button. The screens filled with white fire.
Hours later, Mira sat in decontamination, staring at her trembling hands. Ramirez entered, holding a small red pill bottle.
"SCP-500," he said softly. "We all take one. Just in case."
She nodded, accepting the pill. "How did it happen?"
He shook his head. "Someone bypassed the triple-seal. We'll never know who. Or why."
Mira's eyes were haunted. "If this ever got out…"
Ramirez finished her thought. "The world would end in days."
That night, Mira recorded her report for the Overseer Council.
"Containment of SCP-008 has been reestablished. Two casualties. No further exposure detected. Recommend immediate review of all G2 site protocols. SCP-500 reserves are sufficient for now, but supplies are finite. The risk remains… existential."
She hesitated, then added quietly, "We're not prepared for what's out there. Or what isn't from here."
She signed off, her reflection pale in the monitor's glass.
Epilogue
Somewhere in a forgotten Russian bunker, a single vial of SCP-008 sat in darkness, its label faded, its contents waiting.
And above, the world kept spinning, blissfully unaware of how close it had come to the end.
"The deadliest things are the ones you can't see—until it's too late."
— Dr. Mira Chen, Incident Report 008-Delta