Bored. So bored, I might just keel over in this cell. It’s been 4 weeks since I last saw that strange SCP, SCP-049, that is his designation. The doctor that I’ve been assigned came and went every week as usual, but I never saw 049 in the halls again, I guess the big wigs upstairs heard of the incident and changed the schedules so we wouldn’t run into each other again. I pace back and forth in my cell, the people come in to offer me my dinner; I don’t eat any of it. They can see that I am upset at something, see that I am not eating, they think my behavior is suspicious but they never ask me what is wrong, they probably don’t care. I lay in my bed, staring once again at the cracked and speckled white ceiling, my *EC* eyes unblinking. “I wish this place would explode…” I say under my breath, closing my eyes.
Woooooooarrrrrr!!! I nearly fall out of my bed at the loud siren noise. “Oh my god!” I whimper as the lights flicker and