Scp 301 Novels & Stories

Taylor's voice is arctic, and I suppress a shiver. "Okay," I say in a small voice. With a start, I remember my laptop. I am normally lazy and shove it under the bed when I shut it down at night, and this seems to have played in my favour. I drop to my knees and see it is still where I left it, untouched. I know better than to touch anything whilst we wait for the police; I have watched enough of those CSI crime shows. I walk back into the hallway and wait while Taylor taps away on his phone.

he whispers, trying to swat my hand away. Suddenly, the blue light of the system flashes a blinding, violent crimson, a fresh message popping up directly across my field of vision with a low, digital chime: [BOND INITIALIZED. SYNC AT 10%.] [SYSTEM RESTRICTION ACTIVATED: HOST AND ALLY CANNOT EXCEED A 30-METER RADIUS UNTIL SYNC REACHES 100%.] [PENALTY FOR VIOLATION: IMMEDIATE INSTANCE TERMINATION.] I blink, my mind stalling. Instance termination? That means death.

​Left alone in the gatehouse, the room felt instantly colder. ​Scarlett backed up until her spine hit the edge of the terminal table, her Beretta held at a low ready, her eyes swinging between the open doorway and the scrolling text on the laptop. ​[PROGRESS: 44%] [SECTOR_09: WIPE_FAILED_RETRIAL] [SECTOR_10: PURGING...]

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I didn't even notice mr skeleton in the room, I stood up from my sit as I walked to the skeleton, "Hello Mr skeleton," I said as I took it hand to shake, "it's nice to meet you, would you let me touch your rips?" Just as I was about to touch the skeleton's bony rips, the door opened, I didn't need to turn to know it was the doctor who just entered, all I wanted was for the ground to open and swallow me, that would be a hundred times better than the embarrassing situation of turning to see the doctor, but I knew that wasn't possible, I wondered how I looked like shaking a skeleton.

He breathed in contempt. Taheem walked into the tent, breaking Sheikh's Khalid's train of thoughts and bowed in greeting. Khalid smirked when Omar walked in, holding the American to his side. He watched the girl, her disheveled look as a result of the harsh desert winds and the fear which registered in her eyes he recognized as her fear of him. She looked away. Khalid looked at Taheem without speaking a word and he understood, the man reached out and grabbed Megan's other arm, yanking her free from Omar and pulled her to himself tightly.

The notebook in my hands felt like it caught fire. And that’s when the light flickered, the tank blinked to life. A screen on the wall lit up. A message appeared: “Subject 3: Blackwell Protocol - Reawakening initiated.”

"Forty minutes, sir. But the winds are picking up." "We don't have forty minutes," Elena said, her engineering mind switching into survival mode. "Killian, look at the schematic. The only way to stop a Scorch protocol is a physical override at the Atuabo Relay. But the relay isn't in London. And it isn't in Ghana." "Then where is it?"

Mounted deep inside the bottom compartment, hidden beneath the black foam lining, was a small digital screen that had just flickered to life. A bright red progress bar was moving across the glass screen, accompanied by tiny white text that read: AUTOMATIC DATA TRANSFER: 99%... Luke froze, his smile vanishing instantly. "What is that?" "It's a wireless satellite uplink," Subject Zero-Three rasped, his eyes widening in sudden horror. "The case wasn't just carrying the locket... it was reading the biological memory chip inside the locket and uploading the raw data directly to an offshore server!" Noah reached into the box to tear out the battery cables, but before his fingers could touch the wi

Something escaped from that tank and killed him. Harper picked up the clipboard from the skeleton's hand. The last entry was scribbled in shaky handwriting: Subject 001 has breached containment. Protocol failed. May God forgive us. - A.S. "Subject 001?" Harper read aloud. A noise came from the darkness at the back of the lab. Scrape. Scrape. Like claws on metal. The three of them went dead silent. They weren't alone. "Louis," Sebastian unholstered his gun, his hand steady despite the shock. "You said the lab was abandoned."