Back Into Hell - SCP Foundation

Back Into Hell, a Foundation poem

The howling wind steals the breath

I would have used to chant;

Boots, belt, gun, mask

My gear, my only chance

The rear doors open wider

The “go” light blinks to life

I follow my commander

Out into the sky

Plunging downward, rising panic

I still don’t know what is the target

Am I falling to my death

Am I heading into hell?

The radio flares, static in my ears

Broken words not mine to hear

Clouds part, I see a landscape

I see a place that’s gripped in fear

Feet find ground, my head yet spinning

Friends are screaming, rifles spitting

Things surround me, tall and dark

I feel the devil grip my heart

Some letters and number is what they say

That’s all they give them for a name

Stamp them; label, date and time

These darkest nightmares from our minds

Containment is a word to me

A bureaucratic fantasy

A white coat will keep you safe

When Kevlar fails and weapons break

The task force folds, retreat is called

Not one of them is yet to fall

These things are not born of this realm

Through withering fire, they overwhelm

Engines scream over my head

I tumble down and wait for death

The bombs explode, the missiles hit

I cower and cry inside my pit

I stand up in a different world

Where fires sputter and smoke whirls

My friends are dead, I am alone with fear

From out of the darkness, more appear

I dream of this when I can sleep

After a pill and a solid drink

I still remember how I felt

When my orders arrive:

Back into hell.

Taken from the journal of Agent Baomer, commander of MTF Sigma-7