Rope sighed.

"I see. Wingate, I heard Kevin's voice. He wants to go to the scene, right?"

"……Yes."

Wingate's voice paused.

In his office, Kevin Holard somehow started 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 on the surface! I must bring a biology researcher to the scene in person, if he creates a living corpse that is infectious..."

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

Rope, who didn't want to hear the quarrel anymore, hung up, rubbing his eyebrows with a headache.

Of course there was Wingate's misjudgment of negligence of duty, but this time the two SCP containment items broke free of Guo Luopei's back, who made this storm caused by a whim.

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

The topic of the time machine has just begun. What kind of evil is this...

Shaking his head, the black-haired youth jumped up from the window, turned into a swift wind, and rushed towards the place where the incident occurred.

...

The sudden rainstorm did not stop.

A cold north wind blows, and this dense waterfall of rain is blown into scattered smoke, which is densely sprinkled on this isolated island standing above the ocean.

In the woods around the airport, the soldiers kept their footsteps down as much as possible, and moved forward slowly and nervously. The continuous water dripping from the leaves turned them into chickens, and the fingers of their guns were soaked and turned white without even noticing them.

Because they care more about their lives than these.

Suddenly, a soldier yelled in panic.

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

Da da da!

The young soldier was beaten into a sieve by bullets before he could say the rest.

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

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

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

Just as Resident Evil had appeared in reality, two soldiers with broken bodies and strange physical features were holding guns with grim expressions. They ignored the fatal damage caused by the firepower, and walked forward step by step with determination.

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

-A creature that is neither human nor ghost.

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

Avoiding a burst of fire, the team leader's forehead was scratched with bleeding marks.

When he poked his head out again to prepare 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 was interrupted into two sections, and finally lost any 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...?"

Next to him, a soldier smiled sorrowfully, his gun hand shaking constantly.

"You will be fine, we will all be fine..."

The captain took the gun from the soldier's hand.

Weapons in the hands of panicking companions are far more terrifying than enemies.

"You should contact the C7 unit immediately. They should be around here. We can't sit still and wait for support anymore. You must..."

The captain's voice stopped abruptly, and he stared at the soldiers in a daze.

——To be precise, it is something behind the soldier.

The humanoid entity wearing a black robe is about 1.9 meters tall. Its appearance matches that of a plague doctor in the Middle Ages. The face under the hood wears a white ceramic crow mask. The eyes of the mask are like two black holes, as if to The human soul sucked in, but there was a wonderful kind of kindness.

Seeing the expression on the team leader, the soldier realized something, and he was almost crying.

"It, it's behind me... right?"

"..."

The team leader did not answer, he raised his gun at the plague doctor, swallowed his saliva and said.

"...Get away from him, monster."

"I have never seen a severely infected person like you."

The plague doctor spoke.

Its voice cannot distinguish between men and women, and its gentle voice is still clear even in the rain, with a clear taste of compassion.

"It's too miserable. On this isolated island, you must be suffering from the plague, right? Don't worry, it's okay, everything is okay, even in the wild, even in the rain, I can heal you... Heal you very quickly."

It slowly raised its hand, and the pitch-black fingers lay on the soldier's neck like a death sickle.

The plague doctor's voice became softer.

"Relax, you will have nothing to do. I swear that when you wake up, the plague will not continue to torture you. You will see a whole 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 softly.

--die.

The squad leader held his breath, and he couldn't understand the current situation without his level.

Why, why just touch can kill a strong adult male? !

The plague doctor didn't let the soldiers fall down like this. It supported the dead, and placed it gently on the ground just like treating a comatose and critically ill patient.

It did not know where it came out of a black medical kit, and took out the scalpel and various instruments from it.