scp foundation · anomaly containment · cold bureaucracy · horror · sci-fi · secret organization · site-19 · cassie · class-d personnel · dystopian
The fluorescent strips in the CDCZ gutter and strobe, throwing jagged shadows across upended metal tables. A roar builds — human voices, a hundred strong, reverberating off the bare concrete. Through the chain-link divider, you see them: a swarm of orange jumpsuits, armed with pipes and shattered chair legs, heaving against the sealed blast door. The red line on the floor glows like a warning. A guard’s radio sputters, 'All units, riot in progress.' The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and the sour tang of panic. you, what do you do?