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Item #: XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be locked up in a tight sealed 100cm×50cm×50cm lockbox in Site-[DATA REDACTED]. Copies of SCP-XXXX's recordings have been copied on standard C-30 cassette tapes in O5-■'s custody. Due to a lack of knowledge on SCP-914's effect on SCP-XXXX's durability, usage of SCP-XXXX should only be used if absolutely necessary to avoid degrading of quality.
Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be a standard C-90 cassette tape, branded by BASF originally as a blank tape. Side A of the cassette tape is non-anomalous, having recordings of songs from various artists. Songs include:
- MEANT TO FORESHADOW EVENTS.
Side B of SCP-XXXX is anomalous, containing [DATA EXPUNGED] hours of audio. Analysis of audio on side B reveals that this effect was caused by SCP-914 on the fine setting.
Addendum XXXX-1:
Transcription of audio from Side B of SCP-XXXX
Researcher Fenson: Wow, it's still rolling?
Dr. Flek: Yeah, apparently, putting a cassette tape on 914 and setting it to fine gives you an ordinary tape with one side being extremely long. Hypothetically, it could record forever.
Researcher Fenson: And the other side?
Dr. Flek: 914 gave Side A a mixtape of it's choosing. I have no idea how it chose those songs, but aside from that, Side A seems to be non-anomalous. Anyway, it's been about three hours now. I guess it's time to stop. Fenson, write this down: July 13, 2000.
Test: 914-■■■■
Name: Dr. Flek
Total Items: One blank BASF C-90 Cassette tape
Input: One blank BASF C-90 Cassette tape
Setting: Fine
Output: Side A contains recordings of various pieces of music, all of which were somehow chosen by SCP-914. Side B is left blank but is able to record indefinitely.Researcher Fenson: So, what do we do with these when we're done with them?
Dr. Flek: Well, some researchers can keep it if it's safe. Tell you what, you can have it. Keep it as a souvenir, from your first time working in 914. Just type in the notes that “Kept by Junior Researcher Fenson” Or something like that.
Researcher Fenson: Alright, so… personal log # 1, I hooked this thing up to an old recorder and I guess I can use this as a diary now just to keep logs on everything or to let off some steam. Anyway, something happened. I don't know what's going on, but they're moving some researchers and doctors from here to Site 19. Dr. Flek was busy with another SCP I don’t have clearance for, so I guess he’s not coming. We're still readying our transports and packing our things. I doubt this is something of the ordinary.
Doctor: Let's get ourselves straight to the point here. We detected a massive shockwave from an unpointed location in space four days ago. Might have been a supernova, but in reality, we have no idea what the hell just happened. Next thing we knew… Agent Kirst, if you will?
Gunshot
Gasps for air slowly turning into shrieks resonates from a distance. Struggling from shackles can be heard.
Gasps and chattering from a crowd of researchers
Researcher Fenson: Jesus Fucking Shit…
Doctor: as you can see, this D-Class locked to his seat just died, and continued to scream as it turned into this thing. A shade formed from the corpse, filled with hatred whose only purpose is to kill humans. It's not like one of those you see in zombie films, this thing's smart, though savage, it displays varying skills on problem solving. The first MTF squads who attempted to contain it coined the term "Mournwalker" for it, before realizing this thing… THINGS can't be contained. We already lost two full squads and continuously more people from this. Every person who has died since the shockwave has turned into this horrid creature. Apparently, this is our new method of burying the dead, and theoretically, all of us will turn into this one day. You researchers will be assigned to study the mournwalkers, see what makes them tick. We have plenty of D-class in this facility, more than enough for each of you to have a guineapig. Dismissed.
Dr. Fenson: Personal log #2. So aside from our quarters, each researcher was given a sealed private room to test on the mournwalkers. Each of us were given a love D-class, all of us were tasked to kill it in a different manner than the others.
The guy I got to test was D-8720, formerly attorney Paul Lemmings, used to be a corrupt court judge working with syndicates, got dozens of innocent people in bars and some of those even faced the death sentence. He also had a family, and it looks like he did all that for a daughter with cancer, who died anyway. I got assigned to kill him via severe blunt trauma to the head.
Screeching
As a former MTF agent, I'm used to killing. Killed a ton of people back then, but I never was a religious person, so my sins were not really the most concerning thing about killing for me, but now as a researcher, it hits me because I get to read a file of who they once were, it's as if I just killed someone I knew.
Although, I'm jealous of one of the researchers I'm roommates with, got assigned to stick explosives on his D-Class, must have been really fun to be honest.
Screeching and sound of chair banging
Hey, don't break that!
Anyway, sledgehammer to the head killed the guy instantly, and now I'm looking at this mournwalker restrained on a chair in the middle of the test chamber. His aura seems to be much larger than the first one we saw, and he looks way more menacing. Eyes and mouth glowing bright bright yellow while the rest of his body was but a shadow. I've been trying to kill this guy for hours now, nothing works. Bullet through the head, absorbed. I asked for any long bladed weapon, they gave me a sword and I tried slashing, stabbing, decapitating, dismembering, the blade doesn't affect it. Nothing works. Well, gotta write all that down in formal thesis paper fashion.
Researcher Fenson: I'm at my "dorm room" right now, and me and my roommates were talking about our experiences, and the explosives guy said the body basically turned into mush. Blood and gore spread around the chamber, and then, all of that slime evaporated and turned into an unrestrained mournwalker. So I guess no matter how you die, you still turn into the thing.
Doctor: I've gathered you all here today for an emergency meeting. It's been seven days since the event, and some of those things have been reported to die.
Video tape reels
Doctor: Here we can see one of the mournwalkers attacking a store and then… there, it collapses then fades away. We have no way to confirm this today, but it’s theorized they die after seven days, so keep a record on when you killed your personal D-class and take note of when it dies.
A researcher from the other side of the crowd: So, no problem, it'll all be over soon. Just seven days, right?
Doctor: Seven days of carnage, plus producing more from the people killed. The Mournwalkers have already wiped out the majority of the population in Beijing, fourteen million people killed in seven days. Women, children, the elderly, nobody is spared from this chaos.
Containing those things isn't easy, which is exactly why we need to find a way to quickly exterminate them. For a temporary solution, we've sent orders to every nation to conduct quarantine protocols and to monitor people nearing death, hospital rooms barricaded, but I doubt it would work for long.
Researcher Fenson: Personal Log… #3, a researcher found a way to kill these things. She accidentally pricked their finger with the knife she was going to use on the mournwalker, and it shrieked with pain. She wondered for a second then realized the factor that caused it. She pricked her finger again, poked it, and it screamed in agony. She slit the palm of her hand, the blade covered in blood and it evaporated, accompanied by it’s fading shrieks. Blood is what killed it, but splatters won’t do it, it has to penetrate it. Human blood must enter it’s system, and it dies.
Researcher Fenson: Personal log #4. Eleven days since the event and seven since we began experiments. It’s confirmed, the mournwalkers do die themselves after seven days. They fade away, just like what we saw in the video from the meeting. On a side note, they also become hyperactive during their sixth day, though we don’t know if it’s because of something about nearing death or something else.
Also, the foundation posted the news about blood being the weapon, bullets and blades dipped in human blood. Humanity is finally fighting back.
Researcher Fenson: Jesus Fucking Christ! Alright, alright… calm down. Ok, so, Site 19 has been overrun. Yeah you fucking heard that right. The senior doctor, what the hell was his name… suddenly got a stroke, brought to the site clinic, and died there. He killed everyone in the clinic, then later went on a killing spree. He knew every bit and corner of that site even as a mournwalker.
I escaped with an MTF squad, MTF-Epsilon 6, who themselves just escaped from an overrun city. The team’s XO, Agent Adams, was a colleague of mine when I was still in the MTF, and he saw me running from the facility, so he immediately took me in.
The doctor was right, the mournwalkers were savage, the moment he died, his shade bit and ripped the carotid artery out of the medic tending to him.
Agent Adams: Fenson, come on, we have to move.
Commander Thacker: I think we can rest here for the night. Abandoned convenience store with one entrance, far from any major populace.
Agent Paskin: Safest place we can be right now, huh?
Agent Adams: While we’re resting, why don’t we all introduce ourselves to Doctor Fenson here, huh?
Researcher Fenson: Not yet, haha, still just a junior researcher. Alright, I’ll start with myself. I’m Researcher Adrian Fenson, former member of MTF Psi-7, along with Adams here, who was my partner back then. I still remember doing stakeouts, investigating some weird house in Indiana, turned out to just be a mentally broken mom coping the loss of her son. It was fun while it lasted, though I thought that being a Foundation doctor was gonna be more my thing, y’know? Though I guess with the situation right now, I doubt that’s gonna happen.
Commander Thacker: It’s gonna happen for sure when we get the world back in shape and spray amnestics all over so nobody remembers any of this. Anyways, I’m Commander Hugh Thacker, CO if this squad. Formerly US Airforce.
Agent Paskin: Agent Emmanuel Paskin, used to be a pastor, but realized that wasn't the life I wanted. Never let go of my beliefs though.
Agent Decker: Ed Decker, I'm the mechanic here. Studied Engineering to work for corporations, never thought I'd be working for the biggest one on the planet.
Researcher Fenson: Personal Log… gah, whatever the fuck.
Cigarette's embers can be heard softly crackling, fenson exhales.
They're taking a rest, and they need it, they've been running away for days now. They're getting that well deserved sleep they've never had in over a week. Me? I can't. Jeez, after what I saw in there. I've been in a ton of firefights, "anomalous apartment" turning out to be a drugged cult, gang who thought we were the feds, but nothing, and I mean NOTHING, was more violent than what happened in Site 19. Jesus Christ… I was there when they were reviving the doctor… when he fucking turned into the mournwalker and began slaughtering the facility. I saw my new friends being ripped open, yelling in pain, then a few seconds of horrifying silence then shrieks. I saw my roommates turn into those things. I would have died myself if I didn't snap back from my body being frozen from shock. The doctor's shade was smart as hell, it knew the ins and outs of Site 19… it fucking opened every Keter containment chamber we had in there. I remember looking at the security camera, spotting a lone researcher running from 173, then he died when I blinked. I was that only guy's chance and I fucking failed to keep myself from blinking. I just kept running. Death left and right, then nothing but hatred is left behind. I don't even remember how I escaped that wretched place, after passing through a room that had something that wasn't round, I just kind of blacked out and the next thing I remember was being outside the facility, running. It was chaos, there were dozens of researchers, guards, hell, even D-class that were running from the gate. A lot escaped, but the mournwalkers busted out of that gate like a flood and killed most of the survivors that escaped. Luckily, Adams and co caught their eye on me and called me to join, and boy, if I didn't I'd probably be one of those things by now.
Researcher Fenson: Ok, so we're on the move now, I found some rechargeable batteries with a solar powered charger for my tape recorder, which is really convenient. It looks like we're heading for the nearest foundation installation, Ranger Station Juliett, to the north.
Researcher Fenson: So, why "mournwalker"?
Agent Adams: What do you mean?
Researcher Fenson: Why call it that?
Agent Adams: You haven't even had time to mourn over the loss of your best friend, family, spouse, or whoever the fuck you cared about and now you have to find a way to kill them again if you don't wanna be one like those things just yet. But you know what fucking sucks? All of us are gonna turn like that one day. You get? I know, the name's cheesy as hell, sounds like a cliche fantasy beast, but it fits.
Researcher Fenson: Sir, permission to speak?
Commander Thacker: Yeah, go on.
Researcher Fenson: What's in the ranger station? Why there?
Commander Thacker: No idea, Headquarters radioed me to go there and wait for further instructions.
Commander Thacker: so, what's the fuss all about? Why here?
Station Commander: Something called the O5 busted every transpo they got to get these to every surviving squad leader they could get. It's a radio connected directly to them, only to them. Said to cling to it just in case they had orders for you.
Commander Thacker: O5?
Station Commander: Yeah, Overseer Level 5, first time I've heard of it too. It's shady as hell, but I think the evidence is clear that they're high up the foundation ranks.
Commander Thacker: Top secret, huh? Looks like the foundation still has a lot they're telling us yet. So, what now?
Station Commander: Job is to get rid of those things as much as possible, and avoid human casualties. There's a settlement somewhere in the South East from here, some MTF squads were already sent there, you should try to catch up.
Researcher Fenson: Commander Thacker gave me a rifle to help fend off those things. Cut my palm open and let the blood flow through the mag. We cleared out the village from the mournwalkers with little casualties, but I doubt we'll be able to take on the ones in more urban areas, which is actually where we're heading right now. We're gonna try to kill them all.
Researcher Fenson: It's been a year since day zero. Earlier, we encountered a pregnant woman going through labor. The birth had… complications. We did the best we could but the mother was too weak to give birth. She died right after we got the baby out, and she turned into a shade, which we dealt with before it even got the chance to stand up. And the baby, Jesus Christ, the baby. It was sickly, skin turning blue. Paskin, being the ex-pastor that he is, drew a cross on the baby's forehead shortly before it died. What came after though, was something that I haven't seen in a long time. A corpse that we could bury.
This shit is taking a toll on me, on all of us. I'm glad I could talk to this recording, even though it'll never reply, I know someone will listen to my ranting some day.
Chattering from a crowd of people can be heard
Researcher. Fenson: We just got out of New York City, along with some refugees, and… God… the bloodshed. Thacker, Commander Thacker got… We were going to turn on a corner in this street and we saw a Bright Light coming from it. Thacker tried to take a peek and… he turned to dust. He didn't even burn, it's as if he just quickly blown away, and what came after was his shade. I don't even know the hell that Light was, there were no reports of anything like It, at least nothing before all communications from other foundation personnel just suddenly cut off. Remembering what the guy at the Ranger Station said back then, I just took the radio from Thacker's turning corpse and I ran for my life.
And… Jesus Christ… Decker and Paskin too… Thacker's shade was dangerous, just as he was in life and the two died fighting him off to give us and the refugees a chance to run. It killed Decker first, with Paskin putting an end to the two mournwalkers. Adams tried to bring Paskin to safety, but he succumbed to his wounds, with his last words being stuttered prayers to God. We left his corpse to lay on… his corpse… Jesus Christ I never even noticed he left behind his body…
Researcher Fenson: two years since day zero, or "The Undying", as the other survivors call it. Along with the survivors of New York and some others met along the way, we finally stopped moving and started creating a settlement nearby the Blue Ridge Mountains, in West Virginia. We have about five families here, and we're currently in the process of building hutts, so right now, tents will work. We've set up far enough from urban areas that we'd don't have to worry much about the mournwalkers, and just in the right spot where scavenging for resources wouldn't be a problem.
Researcher Fenson: Twelve years since the Undying. Twelve years of peace, peace that I have never felt before. Twelve years of not needing to rant in front of this little box. This little community we've built is beautiful, and it has grown. We take the mournwalkers seriously here. The sickly and the elderly are monitored, and it would be their choice to lock themselves in their home and leave it to the guards to kill the shade, or to make a long walk for the mountains and die peacefully, away from the settlement. I, and Adams, are now regarded as heroes, "Slayers", for giving the people a second chance at life, but Adams has changed since the rest of our squad died.
Anyway, I came back here to note what happened today. A troubled kid, about ten years old, ran away from his parents yesterday. Had some daddy issues or something, so the parents came to us to find the kid. We went to the more forested areas of Blue Ridge, and Adams was the first to find him. All I heard was indiscernible yelling, and when I came to a horrified and stiff Adams, I saw a kid getting mauled by a bear. We killed the bear, but the kid… turned to a mournwalker. I always thought that if you were born after the Undying you'd be immune to becoming a shade, but no, this is going to last forever
Adams is heard screaming from a distanceResearcher Fenson: Adams? Shit.
Fenson runs with the tape recorder, assumed to be kept in his pocket, but seems to unknowingly leave it on record
Researcher Fenson: Hey, Adams?
Agent Adams: Thacker, and the others! I saw them somewhere here!
Researcher Fenson: Calm down, you're stressed, you're just seeing things, that's all.
Agent Adams: I- ah… FUCK! I can't fucking take this anymore, Fenson, It's been twelve years still get nightmares of how they fucking died, god… and now, that kid! If I could just strangle the shit out of this fucking apocalypse.
Researcher Fenson: Jesus Christ…
Agent Adams: You're right.
Researcher Fenson: What?
Agent Adams: You keep saying That Name and you still don't fucking get it, Fenson? This bullshit is biblical, all of it is. Blood, why the fuck do you think it's blood? Why the fuck do you have to sacrifice your own shit just to fucking kill them? Because Sacrifice is what Jesus did to free us from our sins. Jesus, I bet my ass He's also that Bright Light that disintegrated Thacker back then, and all that looked at Him would be separated from sin. Why didn't Paskin turn? Why did the baby stay as a corpse? Why did that bitchy fucking kid turn even though he was born after this undying bullshit? Because Paskin sincerely prayed for forgiveness from God and he baptized the child before it died. And then? And then they were fucking free from sin, and that kid? Cussed his father in his dying breath, so much for "thou shall honor thy fucking parents", right? Those things? Those things are what we leave behind when we die. Those things are the fucking manifestations of our sins.
Adams laughs hysterically
Oh, and you know what's funny? That we probably had a chance to stop this, it's just that we are all fucking sinners, despite this… this Second Coming. WE CHOSE TO PUT OURSELVES IN THE APOCALYPSE.
Researcher Fenson: Adams, no!
Gunshot
Loud shrieking
Screams of agony from the mournwalker
The muffled sound of a person falling on a grassy surface is heard.Fenson sobs and screams loudly for about an hour until the tape recorder's battery is assumed to run out.
