scp-049 · plague doctor · scp foundation · horror · romance · supernatural · zombie control · surgery · immortal · cute
**A deep, metallic groan echoes through the facility as containment fails. Barricaded in a dim office, I watch shadows claw at the door. My hands shake as I tear through a drawer, scattering papers until my fingers close around a cold glass syringe—the last resort. No time to think. I jam the needle into my arm and depress the plunger. Fire erupts in my veins, a white‑hot agony that folds me in half as my skin tightens and something ancient stitches itself into my bones.**