Per 
The island… it grew. The entities have escaped. They killed almost everyone on site. The evacuation order was declared and only about 100 escaped. I was one of the ones left behind. I'm in a storage room, low on supplies. I'm here with Dr. Smith… well, what's left of him anyways. They're in here… The foundation is on there way to bomb the island with a MOAB.
September 29th, 2003:
They're scratching at the walls… the entire site is going to collapse. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one alive in this place. I guess I'm going to drown, or getting eaten by whatever those things are. All the radios have gone to static, and I lost signal with everyone, I'm alone. Site-XXXX is going to collapse any minute now.
September 30th, 2003:
One of the radios starting working. The following is what I heard: "United States Military is on there way to SCP-XXXX to bomb it using a MOAB, to anyone located in Site-XXXX, we have air support on their way. I'm unsure if I'm going to be found, because by time they make it, this place will most likely be submerged.
October 3rd, 2003:
I heard something collapse into the water below me, most likely a support beam. The lights went out, I'm very low on food and water, I'm sick… cold, and starving. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to stay alive. I haven't heard from the US military in a couple of days. I'm losing hope.
October 4th, 2003:
Another one fell into the water. Only about 3 more before this thing is underwater. These things really want this thing gone, and gone for good. I'm searching through the site to find anyone else, so far, I've found no one. Second floor, empty. First floor… gone. Third floor, empty. I'm alone for sure.
October 11th, 2003:
It's been a week. I don't know how I'm still alive, or how this damn site is still above water, I'm not even sure if I'm even above water. All I know is that this thing is going down in under a week. That middle support beam is going to be hard to chew through, it's made of steel and concrete.
October 12th, 2003:
Jets are flying over. I heard gunfire, screaming, water splashing, everything imaginable. I woke up from a nap, to hear sounds of soldiers yelling, "IS ANYONE HERE?" I was scared. I never responded, my lips were frozen shut, and my vocal cords were trembling. I later heard, "No one hear, let's get a move on!" I knew I was done.
October 13th, 2003:
Those pesky devils haven't chewed away the last beam yet, and I still haven't heard the bomb go off yet. Nothing seems to be going my way. This is most likely going to be my last day. If anyone somehow finds this note, tell my wife, I love her.
October 20th, 2003:
I'M ALIVE, I'M STARVING, I'M GOING INSANE. HAVE THEY BLOWN UP THE ISLAND? AM I UNDERWATER? I DON'T KNOW. I might have a chaN_>-_().
On October 21st, 2003, Site-XXXX collapsed into the water. The MOAB was dropped onto SCP-XXXX. No survivors from Site-XXXX after the evacuation were found. On May 12th, 2006, the journal was found by divers searching for shipwrecks. The divers reported it to the police, and the department gave it to the foundation.
