SCP-XXXX before maturity, growing on a strawberry
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be held inside a sealed 5 cm by 5 cm clear container. The container must be clear for observation, and the size must be maintained for restricting the growth of the spores. The container must be completely synthetic, and must be cleared of any organic matter, aside from SCP-XXX itself, any time that the container is opened. The container may be kept in a room of any size, and the walls must be lined with a titanium-lead alloy. The spores seem to be repelled by lead, and the titanium will help keep the structure strong and secure. Only personnel of level 3 or higher may enter the cell. Lower clearances may enter, but only if accompanied by a level 3. The structure must be kept in temperatures from 35℃ to 40℃, as temperatures well above 34℃ appear to greatly reduce growth rates. If any SCP-XXXX growths and/or infections should be reported, the area must be quarantined and subsequently burned. SCP-XXXX may only be used for the purpose of finding a cure, and attempted termination of any subjects.
The dimensional opening from which the mould originated must be contained inside a wall of titanium-lead alloy, with air filters being constantly run and replaced every 10 days. To enter the wall, personnel must have level 2 clearance or higher. The opening must also be monitored and studied, as we wish to know how it works and any changes or patterns that occur. Furthermore, any personnel who enter either containment zone are required to wear a class B or higher hazmat suit.
After the events of Exploration Log 2, the dimensional opening is to be kept behind a second wall of titanium-lead alloy with access for personnel of level 3 clearance or above only, as to prevent any SCP-XXXX-A or SCP-XXXX-B instances from breaking out and wreaking havoc.
Description: The mould starts as a white color, growing in length until maturity is reached. Upon reaching maturity, it's hyphae reach 3 cm in length, and it turns dark green with black splotches scattered randomly throughout. The hyphae will continue growing past maturity, ranging from 3 cm to 7 cm, with the small spores loosely attached on the end. It is this weak attachment that renders this harder to contain, as it greatly increases the air transmission rates. And, given that the microscopic spores can be easily carried for miles over the course of months by the wind, it is very hard to track, predict, and contain outbreaks. Furthermore, it takes a while for the infection to be noticed, and those who are infected are contagious without symptoms for quite some time. In temperatures below 34° C, it takes about 2 to 3 days to start showing symptoms. However, in temperatures of 35° C and above, it can range from 5 to 9 days of incubation. The mould can grow on anything that is not synthetic and is solid. For instance, it can grow on the wood of a house, but not its linoleum floor.
The process of infection and subsequent consumption begins with the microscopic spore landing on organic matter (dead or alive), and attaching themselves to areas like the skin. After a period of about 1 hour settling in, the spores will drill minuscule tendrils through the skin and into the circulatory system. These tendrils will release more spores into the bloodstream, to be carried off to vital organs and tissues. After another 3 hours of the spores settling in, the fungus will begin to spread. This concludes stage 1 of the infection. Early symptoms are very similar to common fungal infections, making it hard to detect if the infection is that of SCP-XXXX until the first stage of infection is complete. The second stage begins with the mould appearing on the outside and inside of the infected. It is not visible, but it causes itchiness in the afflicted areas. After around 12 hours, the mould will begin to amass enough new spores to become visible and start growing out the hyphae. This concludes stage 2. Stage 3 consists of vital organs being taken over and consumed by the mould, causing the subject to die. Over the course of another day, the body will be completely coated in the fungus. The body will then continue to decay and produce spores. As evidenced by the records in the exploration logs, we know that the infected do not just decay. All consumed deceased mammals must be incinerated immediately upon discovery, as to avoid any SCP-XXXX-A or SCP-XXXX-B instances from manifesting.
Head researcher Dr. William Barasch1 is currently working on a treatment involving heat and an ionized synthetic lead solution. Testing is proving to extend the lifetime of subjects for 15 years. The treatment can only be taken twice, however, given the strain it puts on the body. This is the treatment process: A person is exposed to temperatures of 48℃ for a period of 3 hours, with lukewarm water for hydration. Personnel in class A hazmat suits will then enter and inject a solution. The solution is made from synthesizing lead, ionizing it, and then dissolving in any synthetic, non-toxic liquid. The person then remains in the heating chamber for another hour before being released. After curing the lead poisoning, the subject will be as healthy as they had been before the infection. So far subjects have remained non-contagious for at least 10 years.
“I hope that if a complete cure is not discovered, that at the very least my treatment will substantially weaken the strains.” -Dr. Barasch
After reading the logbook, Dr. Barasch was given access to SCP-500 so he could start working on a synthetic antibody that might be able to directly target spores in the early stages of infection, killing them all. This process is theorized, if perfected, to be able to cure someone for life.
SYSTEM: Begin log
Asst. Rsr. Kage Dryer: Okay team, testing audio. Can you hear me?
Cmd. Serena Wilson: Loud and clear, command. You?
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: I hear ya. Audio confirmed. You may now enter the portal. Please let us know when you are clear of the opening.
Cmd. Wilson: Let's move. Clear.
Sgt. Dane Landrow: Clear.
Cpl. Trevor Bander: Alright, let's go! Whoa… Uh, clear.
Pvt. Aron Jenkins: Clear.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Good. What do you see, commander?
Cmd. Wilson: Mould. The entire world is covered in mould. Every blade of grass has been consumed. Looks like everything has died.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Well, the goal is for you to head out and try to fin—
Whole Team: Gasp, exclamation
Cmd. Wilson: [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] A series of large crashes was just heard from the northeast!
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Copy that. Head in the direction it came from.
Cmd. Wilson: Affirmative. Let's move.
Cpl. Bander: I wonder what made that noise..? Everything is dead.
Sgt. Landrow: I'd guess the collapse of a wooden wall or house. This place looks like it's been dead for a while.
SYSTEM: Meaningless records; skipping. 3 hours of data expunged.
Cmd. Wilson: Command? We've come upon a freeway-like road with an exit leading into a small, walled town. Another crash emanated from inside the walls.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Roger. Proceed into the town and explore the buildings. Exercise caution, the walls and foundations may not be stable.
Cmd. Wilson: Affirmative. Come on team. Pause Private? Pause Hey, Jenkins, your commanding officer is addressing you. What's wrong?
Pvt. Jenkins: What? Oh. It's, uh, it's nothing.
Cpl. Bander: Well, that was a lie. C'mon, we're your team. You can tell us, Aron.
Pvt. Jenkins: Okay. I just have a persistent itch on the inside of my cheek that's been starting to bug me. I'm pretty tired too. But I should feel better after we make camp.
Cmd. Wilson: Hm. Keep us posted. Pause Everyone, look! That building seems to be mostly intact and mould free. Unlike the rest of them. Let's check it out.
Sgt. Landrow: Oh, God… The floor is completely coated in SCP-XXXX. And there! Some poor soul got consumed while bedridden.
Cpl. Bander: Over here! I found a journal!
Cmd. Wilson: Well, let's have a look. We have a name. Mr. Harold Jacobson.
“Entry 1: The date is ██/██/21██. Public reports have been released that a new fungal infection has been spreading. I know this is dark, but they are finally going to believe me. They shouldn't have dissolved the disease branch or the military. New things always pop up. And world peace never lasts.”
“Entry 2: The date is ██/██/21██. Northern Europe and Asia are falling. Africa is the only place doing better than okay. People are coming to me, asking me to tell them what to do. They think that since I predicted it, I would know what to do. I told them to reassemble the disease team.”
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Damn, took them out fast. Maybe it's more efficient in colder climates..?
“Entry 3: The date is ██/██/21██. Africa and the Americas are the only places left without full rates of infection. Half the disease team is either infected or dead. I tried to warn them. But no one listens to lowly maintenance staff.”
“Entry 4: The date is ██/██/21/██ Strangely North America is all that remains. People had guessed South America would be the last bastion. The remaining doctors and such are coming together and working around the clock to find a cure. They say that they have seen nothing like it. No mould has the same properties.”
“Entry 5: The date is ██/██/21██. Well, well, well. My home town is the last one. Everyone healthy flocked here. Most people think I had something to do with it. They built a wall to keep them out. It's only a matter of time before people here start falling.”
Cpl. Bander: Uh, who is them?
“Entry 6: The date is the same. My daughter came to me and said that she had a bad itch on the inside of her cheek. When I looked at it, there was a small amount of white fuzz. We locked her in her bedroom.”
Pvt. Jenkins: Exclamation
“Entry 7: The date is ██/██/21██. Hahaha, I'm the last one! The last one!”
“Entry 8: [MULTIPLE EXPLETIVES REDACTED] I have an itch on the inside of my cheek. It's done. I'm the last one alive! I am free…”
“I saw her, saw my daughter… She was walking down the stairs. She was all fuzzy and soft. I'm running out of ink.”
“I found a new ink. It's very fun. And the fuzz, it's all over now. I think I have to go now. Maybe I'll see my wife and daughter again…”
Pvt. Jenkins: Well. I think we know what my itch is.
Cpl. Bander: No we don't, don't put those thoughts in your head, Aron.
Sgt. Landrow: Jenkins, stop! Don't you dare! Trevor, grab it!
Cpl. Bander: Struggling
Pvt. Jenkins: Struggling
Cmd. Wilson: Put it away, private! that's an order!
Sgt. Landrow: Aron, no!
Pvt. Jenkins: Shout !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED || LIFE FUNCTIONS TERMINATED!!
Cmd. Wilson: Dammit! Check him, corporal!
Cpl. Bander: He's dead, commander. Pause G-god damn it.
Sgt. Landrow: Commander, there's only one body.
Cmd. Wilson: So what?
AMBIANCE: Audible thud
Cmd. Wilson: What was that?
Cpl. Bander: [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] It fell down the stairs!
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Talk to me, team. What do you see?
Sgt. Landrow: One of the consumed people started walking down the stairs, then it tripped and fell. It's just lying here n— [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]! !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cpl. Bander: !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cmd. Wilson: !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cmd. Wilson: Sigh It started to stand up. We shot it, and it stopped moving. It's now oozing some viscous, dark green liquid. Pause Command, another crash was heard followed by a low-pitched screech. We're heading to check it out.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Proceed with caution.
Cmd. Wilson: It appears to be a storage unit. Possibly a barracks. It's just a long rectangle with a double door and no windows. Looks like noth—
AMBIANCE: Audible crash and low screech
Cpl. Bander: Damn, that was loud! Are you sure we should go in, commander? After what happened in the house?
Cmd. Wilson: It's why we're here. Let's move in. Guns ready.
Sgt. Landrow: Copy.
Cpl. Bander: Damn, it's dark. Flashlights on. Looks like it is a barracks. Bunks and footlockers. I wonder who slept here? Wait, movement, point your flashlights over there.
AMBIANCE: Low screech
Cpl. Bander: [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] What the hell is that?!
AMBIANCE: Loud screech, fast and heavy steps
Cmd. Wilson: Fire! !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cpl. Bander: !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Sgt. Landrow: !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: What happened, team?
Cmd. Wilson: Another one of the mould people came at us. We killed it. There's a lead panel lying here. And there looks to be dead spores in the shape of a handprint on it.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Hm. Interesting. Be advised, the “mould people” are now referred to as SCP-XXXX-A instances.
Cmd. Wilson: Roger, command. Sergeant, do you have anything on the body?
Sgt. Landrow: The name tag on this maintenance uniform reads “Mr. Harold Jacobson”.
Cmd. Wilson: Inaudible Hmm. Corporal, anything useful in the footlockers?
Cpl. Bander: Sadly not. The ones that I can open have either nothing or nothing useful. Bit of a waste of storage space, if you ask me.
Cmd. Wilson: Copy. Command, what are our next steps?
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Head out onto the road and follow it as northwards as it goes. See if you can reach a city before sunset.
Cmd. Wilson: Affirmative. Come on soldiers, let's move.
SYSTEM: Meaningless records; skipping. 1.5 hours of data redacted.
Cmd. Wilson: Command, we have come to a sign at a forest pass. The sign says that the next city is ███████ ████, Eastern Oregon. 3.5 miles ahead. The sun is beginning to set, too. We'll make camp and enter the forest tomorrow.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Okay. Rest up team, you'll need your strength for the hike tomorrow.
SYSTEM: Meaningless records; skipping. 9.75 hours of data redacted.
Cmd. Wilson: Okay men, time to get going. Let's move through the forest quickly.
Cpl. Bander: Wow, it's surprisingly dark in here. Weird limbo between light enough to see and dark enough to use flashlights.
Sgt. Landrow: Never been in a forest before, eh?
Cpl. Bander: No. I grew up in a city that didn't care about greenery. Have you ever been in a forest?
Sgt. Landrow: Yep. Family went camping all the time.
AMBIANCE: Loud rustling
Cpl. Bander: What the hell was that?
Cmd. Wilson: Just the wind rustling the dry leaves. I did a lot of wilderness stuff myself.
Cpl. Bander: You? An outdoorswoman? Wow, nice eye roll, chief. Laugh
AMBIANCE: Loud rustling
Sgt. Landrow: Must be a windy day today. Thank God we have the trees for protection.
Cmd. Wilson: You look a little frightened, corporal. What's the matter?
Cpl. Bander: It's nothing. Oh, hey, there's the tree line!
AMBIANCE: Very loud rustling
Sgt. Landrow: Hey, Bander, why'd you stop? Pause What are you looking at?
Cpl. Bander: Comander… Pause The entire world is consumed by fuzzy mould, remember? There are no leaves to rustle!
Cmd. Wilson: [EXPLETIVE REDACTED], he's right! We aren't alone in here. Guns out. Flashlights on. Keep your eyes peeled. Move slowly.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Negative, commander. Move faster. Get the hell out of there. We can't risk losing you to an ambush.
Cmd. Wilson: Roger that, command. Let's mo—
AMBIANCE: Loud thuds and crashes
Sgt: Landrow: [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] They're here! They're falling out of the trees behind us! And they're all… animals?
Cmd. Wilson: Command, there are non-human mammals, some resembling cougars, and other fast animals, coming out of the trees behind us. They seem agitated. We are about 16 meters from the edge of the forest. What are your orders?
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] Fire on the fast ones. Then get the hell out of there!
Cmd. Wilson: !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Sgt. Landrow: !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cpl. Bander: Please die! !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cmd. Wilson: Time to leave, move, move, move! Pause Command, we're going dark. We can see the city. We'll contact you if anything happens.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Roger, see you in a few, team.
SYSTEM: Com deactivation detected.
SYSTEM: Com reactivation detected. Elapsed time: 6 hours.
Cmd. Wilson: Come in, command.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Confirming contact, commander.
Cmd. Wilson: Good. We've reached the city. There appears to be a city hall like building about 500 meters away. There's also an office building 450 meters away. What are your orders?
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: The office is of less importance. Won't have anything that the city doesn't, anyway. Try and find anything they have on the disease.
Cmd. Wilson: Affirmative, command. Let's keep our eyes peeled for any -As. Or -Bs. Long pause Wow…
Sgt. Landrow: Okay, I have to say this. This city is [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] beautiful! Once you get past the mould.
Cpl. Bander: Beat me to it by 1 second. The city almost seems to glow. The future is awesome! Well, kind of. It's awesome minus the whole everybody died and turned into mould zombies thing.
AMBIANCE: Low screech, loud shattering… Large crash
Cmd. Wilson: Holy [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]! A group of five -A instances just crashed through one of the office building windows! We're a little more than 50 meters from the city hall!
AMBIANCE: Loud screech… Fainter screeches
Sgt. Landrow: Did the others just… answer it?
Cpl. Bander: [MULTIPLE EXPLETIVES REDACTED]
Cmd. Wilson: No time to discuss, run! We nede to get to the city hall now!
Cpl. Bander: Shout, inaudible !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Sgt. Landrow: Bander! Get inside! Inaudible, pause What the hell happened?
Cpl. Bander: One of them slashed at my leg. Pretty deep, too. Inaudible And I only got one mag left.
Cmd. Wilson: Dammit! Here, take one of mine. Guard the entrance while me and the sergeant search.
Sgt. Landrow: Hey, commander, I got into one of the computers! I have low-level file access over here. Looks like this city made constant updates to the public regarding the disease. Here, I'll start reading them off.
“Attention all residents of ███████ ████! We have information that a new fungal disease is spreading in the eastern continents! Please know that the situation is being monitored by the WG, and individual doctors are working on their own to treat it.”
“Disease Update: The situation has grown worse. The fungus seems to consume anything non-synthetic. Reports of reanimation have been brought to our attention as well. The disease board is being reformed to try and deal with this threat.”
“Disease Update: The eastern continents have fallen. Reanimation has been confirmed. The situation in South America is getting worse by the hour. People are looking here as a haven.”
“Disease Update: The town of ██████, Eastern Oregon, is the last place without infection. All uninfected are to head there now. You will be screened on the way out of your city, and on the way into the town. A wall is being built to keep out the reanimated animals and people. A small task force is being sent to the theorized origin of the disease. An abandoned, ancient city near the center of the Taklamakan Desert in the Southern Asia District.”
“Humanity has fallen.”
Cmd. Wilson: What do you make of that, command?
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: You need to get back here. Restock, and grab a new private. Although, I don't have the authority to get you all that. I'll have to check with Head Researcher Barasch for authorization. After that, you need to try and find your way to the center of the Taklamakan Desert. You should take a map before you leave.
Cmd. Wilson: Copy that. Long pause I got the map. We can start heading back now. You think you can make it, Corporal?
Cpl. Bander: Yeah, I think I'll be able to walk by tomorrow. But then, do you really want me to come back? I'm [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] dead weight.
Sgt. Landrow: Of course we want you to come back. The foundation will just stick you in a warm cell until we can get you some SCP-500 or something.
Cpl. Bander: Thanks, man. It means a lot.
AMBIANCE: Loud crash, many loud screeches
Cpl. Bander: Oh God, help! There are so many of them! Shout, inaudible !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cmd. Wilson: Corporal! We're on our way! Come on, Sergeant! Panting
Sgt. Landrow: Affirmative! Long pause, panting !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cmd. Wilson: !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cpl. Bander: Ah, [EXPLETIVES REDACTED]! One of the dog things got my leg! Pause Argh! Help, he's got my gun arm! Ah! [MANY EXPLETIVES REDACTED]! Give that back!
Sgt. Landrow: Get off of my friend! !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cpl. Bander: Ah! Dammit, get off of me! Inaudible, shout, inaudible !!LIFE FUNCTIONS TERMINATED!!
Sgt. Landrow: Trevor! Goddammit! Shout, inaudible !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cmd. Wilson: [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] I'm out of ammo! There's too many of them, we have to get out of here!
Sgt. Landrow: I have some ammo left, stay close to me! All the exits are blocked by these guys. I'll try and clear a path! !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cmd. Wilson: Dane! Look out, some -Bs are coming! Big ones, too!
Sgt. Landrow: Shout, inaudible !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!! Serena, get out! Get out now!
Cmd. Wilson: Dane!
Sgt. Landrow: Strained shout, inaudible !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!! || LIFE FUNCTIONS TERMINATED
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Commander, you have to get out of there! You need to start moving now!
Cmd. Wilson: I'm trying, they're right behi— Shout, struggling [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] !!LIFE FUNCTIONS TERMINATED!!
SYSTEM: All life functions terminated, ending log
SYSTEM: Begin Log
Dr. William Barasch: Ah, good, everyone is here. I will be leading this mission, as Dr. Dryer will be going in with you all. I hope the loss of the old team doesn't complicate anything?
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: No, everything is fine.
Cmd. Kejani2 Hammerborn: Good to be back together, eh guys? Chuckle
Rest of Team: Chuckle Oh yeah.
Dr. Barasch: Laugh Well, if any of you need anything, let me know.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: We will. Thank you. Okay, commander, after you.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Okay. C'mon, soldiers! Once more unto the breach! Pause Clear.
Sgt. Jesse Varkannel: Sigh Here we go. Inaudible Clear.
Cpl. Jessica Scherzinger3: Woo, first mission for a good month, let's do this! Inaudible Clear!
Pvt. James Candon: First mission Hammerborn, for me, Jessica! Happy to be here! Inaudible Clear. Soft gasp Whoa.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Inaudible Clear. Oh, man. I'm glad they gave us these class A hazmat suits.
Cmd. Hammerborn: What do we do, Master Will?
Dr. Barasch: Well, your goal is to hold on while we get the transport buggy and extra rations through the opening. Long pause Okay, now your goal is to get on the buggy, head northeast to the town of ██████, and then head north on the main road to ███████ ████. There you will acquire the map containing the location of the theorized origin point left by exploration team 1. You will then do whatever it takes to get to the Taklamakan Desert in Southern Asia. Are your instructions clear?
Cmd. Hammerborn: Loudly so, doctor. Let's mount up, team. Inaudible, pause Okay, heading out!
SYSTEM: Meaningless records; skipping. .75 hours of data redacted.
Sgt. Varkannel: Son of a [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]! Command, it looks like there are about 50 -As lurking outside the wall of the town.
Dr. Barasch: Do not engage. When you hit the main road, turn towards the north immediately. I repeat, do not engage.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Affirm, command. You catch that, Jesse?
Sgt. Varkannel: Yeah, yeah. I got it.
Pvt. Candon: I'm glad we aren't fighting them. I'm not exactly excited to have to kill mold people that look like they were rendered through a bad graphics engine.
Cpl. Scherzinger: Laughing
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: }}Laugh}} I don't think any of us are, James. But me, I'm more worried about the forest. If more of them are here, imagine how many are gonna be waiting in the forest.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Thanks for that image, Dr. Kage. What's your doctorate in, reverse psychiatry?
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Laugh
Cpl. Scherzinger: Well, Dr. Dryer, here we are. That would be the forest looming ahead of us. Strangely ominous…
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Well, the ominousness comes from the fact that it looms over us, dark and silent. And the idea that has been implanted of aggressive creatures stalking us through the shadows.
Pvt. Candon: Uh, who do you think you're helping with that?
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Laugh Well, me.
Whole Team: Laugh
Pvt. Candon: Wow, it really is dark in here.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: All the better for things to hide in the shadows, my dear private. Chuckle
Whole Team: Laugh
AMBIANCE: Lots of loud rustling
Cmd. Hammerborn: The hell is that?
Cpl. Scherzinger: Uh, commander, look!
AMBIANCE: Loud crashing
Cmd. Hammerborn: [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] They are right behind us! Damn, there's a lot of them! Some of them are fast. Thank God we have this buggy. We should probably clear them out. Thoughts, command?
Dr. Barasch: Negative, Kejani. Save that ammo for the source as best you can. Oh, and I know you love explosives, but do not use them until you arrive at the source of SCP-XXXX.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Sigh Yes, doctor. Make a break for ███████ ████, get there at all costs.
Dr. Barasch: Indeed.
Sgt. Varkannel: Here we go, chief. We are almost at the end, about 20 meters from the tree line. Pause And we are ou— Whoa… That city is incredible! And it's also got -As guarding it.
Pvt. Candon: Well, looks like I have to fight bad graphics anyway.
Dr. Barasch: Commander, is there any way around them?
Cmd. Hammerborn: Well, there is a spot where there are very few of them. The spot doesn't seem to fill up at all, either. I can drive right through it.
Dr. Barasch: Are you sure that's wise, Kejani?
Cmd. Hammerborn: I know you play Halo. This will be just like Warthog Run in Halo 3. I'll plow through them and keep going until we reach the destination. Short pause And before you say anything, no I am not basing this solely off a video game. I've seen other teams drive through rubble on weaker vehicles, so this should be a piece of cake for this machine.
Dr. Barasch: Well, you're the MTF commander.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Yes, I am. Thank you. Long pause Okay, we're coming up on them, brace for impact! Yell
AMBIANCE: Loud screeches, crashing
Whole Team: Shout, inaudible, cheer
Sgt. Varkannel: Holy [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]! That worked!
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Yeah, it did! But um, shouldn't we start driving away from the angry mould monsters? Pause Kejani!
Cmd, Hammerborn: Oh, yeah, sorry. Here we go!
SYSTEM: Meaningless records; skipping. .5 hours of data redacted.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Okay soldiers, we're here. Hop off, head in, and try to find the map to the best of your ability.
Cpl. Scherzinger: Oh, Christ… The bodies of the previous agents are consumed! Thank god they aren't moving and after us.
Sgt. Varkannel: Command, can we take their bodies back home for cremation and burial?
Dr. Barasch: Sorry, Jesse, but it's too risky. It could lead to unnecessary infections. Short pause I really am sorry though.
Sgt. Varkannel: Inaudible
Pvt. Candon: I found the map! Can we leave n—
Dr. Barasch: What was that? Short pause, growl, low screech [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] Dammit! They got through! Faint weapons fire, loud screeches, roars, and growls [MULTIPLE EXPLETIVES REDACTED] Ga— Static
SYSTEM: Contact with command lost, terminating link.
Sgt. Varkannel: Will? Will?! Dammit!Asst. Rsr. Dryer: [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] This can't be happening. We need to make straight for the opening!
Cpl. Scherzinger: We can't we have our orders and the map to take care of.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Screw the orders, we have to help the personnel stuck quite literally between a rock and a hard place. Moreover, we need to help Will. He'd've done it for us. And we can take the map with us. Everyone on the buggy! Now!
Whole Team: Yes sir!
SYSTEM: Meaningless records; skipping. 1 hour of data redacted.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Everyone, through now! Inaudible There are -As everywhere! Be cautious! !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Sgt. Varkannel: Die, mouldy bastards! Shout, inaudible !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cpl. Scherzinger: !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Pvt. Candon: I guess I'm gonna kill the green Play-Doh people after all. First time in combat, let's go! !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: I'll go find Will, you guys stay and help the guards clean up the breach!
SYSTEM: All team members returned, ending log.
SYSTEM: Begin Log
Dr. Barasch: Thank you all for coming back, I might not've made it without you guys helping stop the breach. And Kage taking back to the med bay at Site-███. Thank the Lord that my cure sort of works.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: What is your cure?
Dr. Barasch: Well, it goes like this. A person is exposed to temperatures of 48℃ for a period of 3 hours, with lukewarm water for hydration. Personnel in class A hazmat suits will then enter and inject a solution. The solution is made by synthesizing lead, ionizing it, and then dissolving in any non-toxic liquid. The person then remains in the heating chamber for another hour before being released. After curing the lead poisoning right away, you are back to a clean bill of health. So far no subjects have become contagious again, but that is estimated to only last for a few years. I hope that if a complete cure is not discovered, that at the very least my treatment will substantially weaken the strains.
Sgt. Varkannel: Well, that's a lot of stuff… I didn't understand even half of that. But I'm glad that you'll be normal for a little while. Good to have you back, buddy.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Very clever, my friend! Try to make yourself better all the way, though.
Dr. Barasch: Oh, believe me, I am trying. Anyway, are you guys ready to brave the mould world in your buggy again?
Cmd. Hammerborn: Hell yeah. We need to find the source, see if we can get something to help all these poor souls who've been infected. Let's go!
Sgt. Varkannel: Hey Kage, once more unto the breach my friend.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Laughs Yeah, let's hope it isn't the last time.
Cpl. Scherzinger: So, is the goal just the same? All 5 of us get to ███████ ████ and then find a way to the source from there?
Pvt. Candon: Oh, yeah, we uh, we missed that bit. Can someone fill us in?
Dr. Barasch: I find it curious that you both missed the orientation. Anyway, we have marked a dock with an old aircraft carrier stationed. You are to head southwest over the mountains and commandeer a cargo plane. You are then to load up all supplies, buggy included, and Kejani will fly you as close to the Taklamakan Desert as he can. Then you are to drive to the center and investigate.
Cpl. Scherzinger: Ah, okay. That shouldn't be too hard.
Pvt. Candon: Well now you've jinxed us. Thanks, Jessica.
Cpl. Scherzinger: You don't really believe in jinxes, do you?
Cmd. Hammerborn: Seriously? We're in another dimension that is more than a century farther in the future, and yet everyone has died from an anomalous mould. On top of that, our employers keep a giant slug that transforms into your greatest sexual desire in a cell, but this, this is too much?
Cpl. Scherzinger: Damn, I stand corrected.
Sgt. Varkannel: Let's go, shall we? We're burning daylight.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Yes, let's. Everyone hop on. Pause And away we go!
SYSTEM: Meaningless records; skipping. 8.75 hours.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Okay, that was a lot of driving. Almost too much. Good thing we raided that gas station, otherwise we'd be out of gas. And much lower on food.
Cpl. Scherzinger: Yeah, but at least we wouldn't have had to use the gas station bathrooms. Shudder
Sgt. Varkannel: Thank God it's easier for males to go outside.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Why has no one else questioned how, after a century of advancement and development, we still don't have clean public restrooms?
Pvt. Candon: Because humans are animals, is my guess. Besides, the advancements are on less basic, 1st world things, like pollution. Notice how the air is clear? It's kinda nice.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Eh, Kage's point still stands. Anyway, the sun set 30 minutes ago. We need to set up camp and rest. We have a long flight ahead of us tomorrow.
SYSTEM: Meaningless records; skipping. 9.75 hours of data redacted.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Rise and shine, team. We have to strategize. There are -As and -Bs all over the dock. We can't kill them all, there are too many. And we can't just drive past them, because we have to fly the plane too. And anyone who's in the cargo bay will freeze to death once we reach a significant altitude. I'm stumped. Any ideas?
Cpl. Scherzinger: Inaudible, pause I've got nothing either.
Sgt. Varkannel: I have an idea, but it requires a way to keep 1 person warm in the cargo bay.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Don't look at me, I deal with science, not engineering and military tactics.
Pvt. Candon: I actually think I know how we can pull it off. Not to brag, but being an engineer in background, I generally know how to solve these kinds of problems. So, what we do is, you all wait as close to the plane as you can without being seen. While the 4 of you are cowering there, I'll drive up into the cargo bay myself and hit the button to close it. Now, while I'm in there, I will begin refueling the plane with the emergency canisters they keep in there, and you all can start running up and climbing in while my presence distracts them. When the plane is fueled and ready, I'll bang on the floor to signal you to start her up. When I feel the plane begin to take off, I'll open the cargo bay. And don't worry, I'll tie down everything first. As it opens, I'll climb out along the railing that they provide for access to the emergency fuel tanks, and up to the door. I'll knock, which is your signal to open it for me. Then I'll climb in and shut that and access the emergency bay door control. And everything will be just fine. Everybody good?
Cmd. Hammerborn: Yes I am, you [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] champion!
Pvt. Candon: Chuckle
Cpl. Scherzinger: Damn, that was ho— erm, awesome.
Sgt. Varkannel: Yeah, way to step up, James.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: That works for me, as long as I'm not killing things.
Pvt. Candon: Good, then let's get to wo—
Cmd. Hammerborn: That's still my job, kid.
Pvt. Candon: Oh yeah, sorry.
Cmd. Hemmerborn: Okay, well, let's get to work.
Whole Team: Inaudible, panting
AMBIANCE: Shrieking, crashing, creaking
Cmd. Hammerborn: Okay, this is our cue! Go now! Inaudible, panting
Sgt. Varkannel: Inaudible, panting
Cpl. Scherzinger: Inaudible, panting
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Inaudible, heavier panting
Cmd. Hammerborn: Okay, we're in! Dr. Dryer, close the door!
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Out of breath Yes sir.
AMBIANCE: Loud banging
Cpl. Scherzinger: Alright, outta my seat, Kejani. I'm the pilot. Pause Okay, starting her up… Increasing throttle… And Off we go!
AMBIANCE: Loud banging
Sgt. Varkannel: Here he is, brace for the door! Inaudible, straining Welcome back to the party, James!
Pvt. Candon: Good to be back. Lemme just shut that door… And, closing. Well, I think this question bears asking. Does anyone else know how to fly competently?
Dr. Barasch: I mean, I do, but that's not exactly helpful.
Cpl. Scherzinger: Damn, I forgot you were here, command.
Dr. Barasch: Chuckle
Cmd. Hammerborn: I can fly, just not land. So I can fly until we have to land. So lets everyone start sleeping now. Jessica, wake me when we reach the halfway point.
Cpl. Scherzinger: Roger that, commander. You all try and sleep well 7,000 feet in the air, in a giant metal tube no less.
Whole Team: Chuckle
SYSTEM: Meaningless records; skipping. 11.5 hours of data redacted.
Cpl. Scherzinger: Kejani, it's your turn. We have another 12 hours or so of flying ahead of us.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Damn, okay. Let them sleep as long as they need. We probably won't get much rest after this.
Cpl. Scherzinger: Affirm.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Have a restful sleep, corporal.
Cpl. Scherzinger: Hmhmhm, affirmative on that one too.
SYSTEM: Meaningless records; skipping. 11 hours of data redacted.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Oh, that looks like our runway. Jessica, it's your turn again. Unless you want to crash and possibly burn. Chuckle
Cpl. Scherzinger: Alright, hope out. Pause, sigh Alright, here we go. Time to start the descent. Hold on people. There are a few -As down there, so we might hit 'em. Can make for a bumpy landing.
Pvt. Candon: Don't worry, I'm sure you can land this bird just fine!
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Yeah, let's hope so.
Cpl. Scherzinger: Well, if I can't, we can hope for a quick death instead of a slow fade to black. Or, you know, dying of shrapnel wounds and/or fire.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: And you people look at me funny when I say [EXPLETIVE REDACTED].
Whole Team: Chuckle
Cpl. Scherzinger: Okay, if you aren't braced by now, you had better get to it. We have about 5 minutes before the landing.
AMBIANCE: Loud shaking and clanging, quiet crashing
Sgt. Varkannel: Well, it's like they say. A good landing is one you can walk away from. A great landing is where you can reuse the plane. Chuckle
Cpl. Scherzinger: Laugh
Cmd. Hammerborn: Laugh Okay team, let's get out onto that buggy and head south into the Tarim Basin, then towards the Taklamakan Desert and its center. Go time, soldiers.
Pvt. Candon: Sir, there are -As after us! There about 20 meters away and closing fast!
Cmd. Hammerborn: How fast can we get the buggy out of there?
Pvt. Candon: We can all climb into the bay and shut the door while we untie it and position it, negating that part of the problem. The new problem is getting out again.
Sgt. Varkannel: We can use the cargo bay as a ramp to jump the -As. The suspension will hold. It's made of solid titanium bars.
Cmd. Hammerborn: I like your thinking, kid. Sounds like a plan. Let's jump those freaks.
Cpl. Scherzinger: Yes sir!
Pvt. Candon: Yes sir!
Sgt. Varkannel: Yes sir!
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Wait, I don't know what you want the scientist to do!
Cmd. Hammerborn: Oh yeah, doc, you can just stay close to Jesse.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Yes sir.
Pvt. Candon: It's open! Everyone inside! Long pause, inaudible Okay it's untied! Jessica, could you help me turn it around?
Cpl. Scherzinger: Sure. Hey, Kejani, you should help too. Just in case.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Affirm.
Pvt. Candon: Straining, inaudible
Cpl. Scherzinger: Straining, inaudible
Cmd. Hammerborn: Inaudible, pause Okay, everyone hop on and hold tight! And, Doc, press the button before you hop on.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Yes sir! Inaudible, panting Okay, I'm good.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Okay, gotta time this right… Just open a little more… Short pause And off we go!
AMBIANCE: Loud screeches
Cmd. Hammerborn: Yeah, eat my dust!
Dr. Barasch: Well, that was certainly interesting to listen to. Nice work pulling off the jump. And quite the idea from you, Jesse.
Sgt. Varkannel: Thanks, man.
Cmd. Hammerborn: It was pretty great. Wish you'd've been here, though.
Dr. Barasch: Oh, me too. Me too. I really do miss going out on these adventures with you all. Those first few were a blast.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Yeah they were. Back before we had name recognition.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Hmm… Well, anyway, we should probably go dark. See you when we reach the center, command.
SYSTEM: Com deactivation detected.
SYSTEM: Com reactivation detected. Elapsed time: 5.25 hours.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Command? Do you read?
Dr. Barasch: Mm, yeah, loud and clear. Just woke up, actually. How are things over in the plain of disease?
Cmd. Hamerborn: Surprisingly good. We found the center, and after some quick recon, it seems to be unguarded. We can't tell if it's empty though, as there are underground levels. We want to head inside and got straight for the underground plaza detailed on our map. But not without your blessing.
Dr. Barasch: Well, thank you. And I give you my blessing to pull a small scale blitzkrieg on the underground plaza.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Nice! Okay team, here's how it goes. Me and Varkannel will be in front, night vision sights with flashlights. Dr. Dryer will be in the middle, and we will give him a pistol just in case. Only use it if we can't help you. Candon and Scherzinger, you two bring up the rear. Our goal is to make it into the plaza and protect the good doctor while he does his work. After that, it's time to head out and fly right back home. Everybody clear?
Rest of Team: Yes sir!
Cmd. Hammerborn: Here you are Kage. Pause Okay, let's go! Long pause [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] Here they are! !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Sgt. Varkannel: !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cmd. Hammerborn: Okay, go right!
Cpl. Scherzinger: Damn, here come more! Look alive, babe! !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Pvt. Candon: Affirmative! Shout, inaudible !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cmd. Hammerborn: Babe? Ah, [EXPLETIVE REDACTED], we'll cover that later! Jesse, up ahead! !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Sgt. Varkannel: I see them! Damn, there are more here! !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cmd. Hammerborn: Okay, left! Pause There it is, the plaza! Scherzinger, Candon, stay at this entrance! Varkannel, with me, this one! Doctor, this is your time to shine!
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Holy [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]! There's a closed portal! It must move to a new dimension after it consumes more than 1. Which means there could be infinitely many dead worlds!
Pvt. Candon: !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Cpl. Scherzinger: !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Ooh, a tiny journal! Titled… Logbook of a Doctor. Only 4 pages filled… But it's not terrible information. Oh my God… Short pause Will, this has information that could improve the life extension for your treatment! The only things here are this and the closed portal. We need to get this back to Dr. Barasch, now!
Dr. Barasch: Really? Wonderful! Please, get that back here whenever you can!
Cmd. Hammerborn: There's a way out over here, and it looks clear! Everyone, resume formation! Let's get the hell out of here and back to our buggy as fast as we [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] can!
Rest of Team: Yes sir!
Cmd. Hammerborn: Okay, everybody on! James, I hope you're prepared to do the same refueling trick as before!
Pvt. Candon: Yes, sir!
Cmd. Hammerborn: Good. Everyone else, let's get on that plane!
AMBIANCE: Loud banging
Cpl. Scherzinger: Same deal as last time, commander?
Cmd. Hammerborn: Oh yeah.
AMBIANCE: Loud knocking
Sgt. Varkannel: I'll get it. Short pause, inaudible Come on in, the weather's nice. Inaudible
Pvt. Candon: Chuckle Thanks, Sergeant.
Cmd. Hammerborn: We've all been here before, so I'll shut off the coms. For your sake, Will.
Dr. Barasch: Yes, thank you. The snoring and meaningless banter didn't really do much for me. It probably won't even make it into the official record.
SYSTEM: Com deactivation detected.
SYSTEM: Com reactivation detected. Elapsed time: 23.25 hours.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Command? We're about to l—
AMBIANCE: Loud roar, gunshots
Cpl. Scherzinger: [MANY EXPLETIVES REDACTED] They got one of the engines!
Sgt. Varkannel: Since when could these damn things fire a gun?
Cmd. Hammerborn: Hold on… Pause Well, my guess is since they were former MTF unit members. Son of a [EXPLETIVES REDACTED]!
Dr. Barasch: Wait, the old exploration team? They're -As now? And very near the portal, no less?
Cmd. Hammerborn: Affirm. They look to be leading a small army. And they are blocking the portal. Will, I suggest you get the [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] out of there and lock it down. We could be facing a massive insurgency.
Dr. Barasch: Well, how Argonian of them. Well, see you later team. Contact me personally if, er, when you get back through.
SYSTEM: Contact with command lost, terminating link.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Okay team, let's talk strategy. I vote for turning our explosives into a giant grenade to try and thin the horde. Hopefully it takes out the former MTFs, too. I also think that we should try and get the cargo bay open early and use the buggy as cover.
Sgt. Varkannel: I think I have a better idea for the buggy. We can light it on fire with what's left of the plane's fuel reserve, then we can drop what will amount to a bomb on them. That plus our explosives will make for a good horde thinning.
Cpl. Scherzinger: Well, let's take it one further. After all that is done, you all jump out with parachutes, then I'll set the plane on a collision course for the horde. I'll jump out after that.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Yes. Except, I'll crash the plane.
Cpl. Scherzinger: Kejani, no, you ca—
Cmd. Hammerborn: I'm the senior officer, in more ways than one. I'll do it.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: What'll we use as cover?
Sgt. Varkannel: What about those trees? They should work.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Agreed. James, you can do the buggy part. We'll bang on the floor when it's time to jump out.
Pvt. Candon: Yes sir. And, it's been an honor working with you all.
Rest of Team: Affirmative.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Okay, let's get to work.
AMBIANCE: Loud explosion
Cmd. Hammerborn: That's your cue! Everyone jump right after the other! Go!
Cpl. Scherzinger: Oh, God, come on Kejani… Yes! There he goes!
Cmd. Hammerborn: Panting Okay, let's get the explosives ready.
Cpl. Scherzinger: Alright, what do we do?
Sgt. Varkannel: Stand aside while I charge and heave this at the enemy.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Jesse, that wasn't your orders!
Sgt. Varkannel: Inaudible, panting Sorry, commander, screw your orders! You'd've done the same for me! Long pause, panting, inaudible Take that, ya ugly green bastards! Panting
Cmd. Hammerborn: I have two things to say to you. One, you are a Goddamn disobedient moron. Two… thank you.
Sgt. Varkannel: You're welcome.
AMBIANCE: Loud explosion
Cmd. Hammerborn: Okay, that's our cue to charge. Kage, you get through that portal while we fight them off. Make contact with the main site. We'll come through as we can.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Okay. You guys had better come back though. I'm not losing any more friends.
Sgt. Varkannel: It'll be okay, Kage. Just get that book to Will.
Cmd. Hammerborn: Everybody good? Short pause Good, let's go.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Panting, inaudible Okay, okay, here we are. Gotta get through this door… Okay, that's it. Okay. Come on, Will, pick up!
Sat-phone: Hello?
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Oh, Will, thank God! I'm on the other side. The team isn't back yet though. And I have the book.
Rest of Team: Shout, inaudible !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Sat-phone: Well, good. I'm on my way back with reinforcements. Wait for me there. I'll get the book and keep it safe.
Asst. Rsr. Dryer: Okay, good. And hurry. They're fighting an army in there.
Sat-phone: Can do, friend. Click
Cmd. Hammerborn: [EXPLETIVE REDACTED], these guys are a lot stronger than I thought they were! They must've maintained more of their military knowledge than these others did.
Sgt. Varkannel: Actually they're just the only ones with any military knowledge. Anyway, how are we supposed to stop them?
SYSTEM: Connection with command reestablished, up link restarting.
Sgt. Varkannel: Will?
Dr. Barasch: Yes, it's me. And look to the portal, my friends! Laughs
Cmd. Hammerborn: Reinforcements! Yes! Right over there, boys! We'll get them together! Haha! !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Rest of Team: !!WEAPONS FIRE DETECTED!!
Sgt. Varkannel: Yes! That got them!
Cmd. Hammerborn: Okay, good work team! Let's go celebrate by hitting a bar, and then another bar, and then another! Laughs Come on, through the portal!
Rest of Team: Cheers
Sgt. Varkannel: Kage, Will, thank you both! You guys saved our asses back there.
Dr. Barasch: It's the least I could do. You guys came back for me.
SYSTEM: All team members returned, ending log.
“I'm starting this logbook because a new disease has begun to spread across the world. Some form of fungal infection from a very resilient green and black mold. Too bad those newfangled vaccines don't work on the fungus. Oh, before I forget, the date is ██/██/19██.”
“The date is now ██/██/19██. I thank God for being in the United Kingdom, as the fungus does not like liquids. This, therefore, means it will find it to be a harder time reaching me and my community. New treatments are rolling out in Asia and the Americas. They seem to slow the rate of infection. Promising stuff”
“The date is ██/██/19██. The treatments have failed, and Asia has fallen. South America is close, as is Eastern Europe. The first few cases have shown up here in the UK, too. But the government thinks that it might've stumbles upon something to help slow the rate infection.”
“It's ██/██/19██, and humanity is doomed. The UK is the only place left thanks to the new treatment. It consists of heat treatment followed by injecting a non-toxic synthetic liquid. But it doesn't cure it. We are still [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]. The only thing I can think of to help now is if they can implement a way to directly target the spores. I will leave this log in the last healthy city, and hope it does someone some good.”






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