Scp 252 の小説・ストーリー

A weeping mess would have had him running for the hills. "Where are we going?" she said, before he could think of an answer to her previous statement. "Back to the city." "Hiding in plain sight?" she asked. He glanced over at her, but she was looking out the windshield. "Something like that. We're going to a secure apartment." "Secure?" "Like a SCIF." "Ah. I think I know what that is—Sensitive Compartmentalized Information Facility."

I turned the tablet toward him. On the screen was a photo of a glass incubator. Inside, a tiny, translucent shape was floating in amber fluid. PROJECT HARBINGER: SUBJECT 02. STATUS: VIABLE. "She has another one?" Richard’s voice was a whisper of pure horror. "She has a lab in the city," I said. "And Richard... according to the timestamps, Subject 02 is due to wake up tonight." The ground beneath the estate began to rumble. A low, vibrating sound—not a wolf, but a machine.