T5-1: Let's get out of this hole, then. A cave in 
here and we're toast. 


(Team moves quickly towards the light in front 
of them. Passageway begins to open slightly.) 


T5-2: Why would there be light down here? 


T5-4: Maybe the other rescuers? They had 
lamps, | think. 


T5-2: Yeah, but it's been a few days. They 
can't be rated for that long. 


T5-6: Where are we at on the clock? 

T5-2: Uh... 17 minutes. 

T5-3: Fuck. 

T5-2: This isn't right. 

T5-4: How much further? 

T5-5: No, it's below us. Deep. 

T5-1: Yeah, maybe another twenty meters. 
T5-2: Move your asses, boys. | feel funny. 
T5-3: If you're gonna throw up, keep it back— 
T5-4: Shut up, man. 

T5-7: Where are we at? 

T5-1: 10 meters. 

T5-2: It's like we're getting pinned in— 


T5-5: How much further? 


T5-3: Fuck! 

T5-4: Where are the lights? 

T5-1: Hang on. My lamp is out too. 
T5-6: Fuck! 

T5-2: Something is moving. 

T5-5: It's below us. Deep. 


T5-1: Can you all calm the fuck down for five 
seconds. 


T5-3: Can't see in the dark, Cap. 

T5-1: I've got a lighter. 

(Silence. Lighter flickers on.) 

T5-1: Alright. This tunnel is blocked. 
T5-2: Might be from the seismic activity. 


T5-4: No, it's settled. This has been here a 
while. 


T5-1: This tunnel, though— 
T5-5: No, it's— 


T5-1: This looks pretty clean cut. What do you 
see down that way? 


T5-3: Not much. It just keeps going down. 
T5-2: | smell something. Ozone. 
T5-1: Yeah, me too. What's our clock at? 


T5-3: Something written on the wall here, | 
can't make it out. 


T5-2: 13 minutes. 

T5-1: We've been down here too long already. 
T5-5: Too long. 

T5-3: You want to head back? 


T5-1: I'm thinking we need more equipment, 
maybe more— 


T5-6: Too long. 


T5-2: I'm fine with that. | don't want to go down 
there yet. 


T5-4: I'll go first this time. Everybody squeeze 
in. 


T5-7: Too long in the fire. 

T5-1: Let's go. 

(Time passes. Extraneous dialogue removed.) 
T5-2: Thank god, | can see again. 

T5-3: There's the access shaft. 

T5-4: Hang on. Did you say something? 
T5-3: No? 

T5-4: Who— shit! What are you? 

T5-2: There were only four of us, right? 
T5-6: There were only four of us, right? 
T5-1: Jesus fucking— 


T5-7: There were only— 


(Gunshot) 


T5-5: Too long in the fire, too long in the fire, 
too long in the fire, too— 


T5-1: Fucking shoot the goddamn gun Daniel, 
| don't care who it sounds like. 


(Gunshot) 

T5-6: We've been down here too long already. 
(Gunshot) 

T5-1: Who the fuck— 

T5-3: They're wearing our uniforms, how— 
T5-4: That one is smoking, it's on fi— 

T5-1: Stand back! 

( Violent combustion) 

T5-2: What's it saying? 

T5-1: Get the fuck do— 


(Violent combustion. All recording devices 
cease function.) 


[END LOG] 


Note: Following these events, MTF T-5 was 
removed from the access shaft and given a 
physical and psychological evaluation. T5-1, 
-3, and -4 suffered minor lacerations and burns 
as a result of the explosion, and T5-2 was 
moved to Site-81 for his injuries. 


The three unidentified individuals who attacked 
the members of MTF T-5 all wore the exact 
same uniforms and equipment as the other 


members of the unit, and were confirmed to 
have exactly mimicked the voices of other 
team members. This, combined with the low 
lighting and tight quarters is believed to have 
contributed to the team members' inability to 
distinguish exactly how many individuals were 
with them at the time. 


Psychological Evaluation Audio Transcript 


Note: The following is the audio transcript from 
the psychological evaluation of MTF T-5-3. 


Dr. Rosstetler: In our analysis of the audio 
files, we noticed that several times your 
teammates made note of the anomalous 
passage of time. Can you confirm this? 


T5-3: Yeah, | can. I've been in similar 
situations, temporal dilations and stuff like that. 
You start to lose track of time, even when you 
know a bit is passing by. | don't know how long 
we were down there, but | think... maybe four 
hours? 


Dr. Rosstetler: Your recorders were active for 
five hours and thirty-three minutes, agent. 


T5-3: Time I'm not going to get back, yeah. 
How long were we down there up here? 


Dr. Rosstetler: Nineteen minutes. 


T5-3: Jesus Christ. | take that back, then, | 
haven't ever been in anything like that. 


Dr. Rosstetler: Did you feel any adverse 
effects, mentally, from the time dilation? 


T5-3: Sort of. It's like, soup, | think, when 
you're in one of those. Your mind starts to feel 
kind of thick, right? Things happen and they're 


infections for her "collection". When asked why, she would not give 
a response aside from, "Because | can." 


Addendum 353-02: /nitial testing has shown that she is as adept at 
manipulating and changing infectious agents in the bodies of nearby 
subjects as she is at manipulating them within her own body. She 
seems to prefer to manipulate diseases within her own body, 
however, as it grants her full access to the results of her 
manipulations. Furthermore, her ability to manipulate disease in 
nearby subjects means it's likely that she is equally capable of 
curing diseases and dispensing them. 


On a different note, personnel are reminded to refer to humanoid 
SCPs by their numerical SCP designation. Should SCP-353 refuse 
to cooperate, she is to be subdued and punished. We're not here to 
make her X-men villain fantasies come true. - Dr. Saarijarvi 


Addendum 353-03: Given that this girl is a walking time bomb of 
viruses, | recommend that we trang her, strap her to a table, and 
give her a massive dose of a ribavirin/interferon/ cocktail to 
flush her system. Dr. 


Addendum 353-04: Flush her system? Hell no! Did you know that 
this girl somehow has the original strain of the 1918 Spanish Flu? As 
well as a half-dozen strains of viruses we've never seen? The 
research possibilities alone... Dr. 


Addendum 353-05: Limited research approved. O5- 


Addendum 353-06: The embrace of this 'Vector' persona, including 
the fixation on the color black for cosmetic purposes, her ‘might 
makes right' attitude, her desire to infect rather than to cure, and her 
disregard for human life all signal towards extreme malignant 
narcissism and psychopathic tendencies. Her obvious pleasure in 
manipulating and controlling diseases within herself despite the 
often painful symptoms involved are also quite troubling. Requesting 
approval for psychological examination; counseling or therapy may 
be useful in reducing her difficult demeanor. Dr. Glass 


« SCP-352 | SCP-353 | SCP-354 » 


not really clear, you can't recall exactly when 
they happened even if they just did, stuff like 
that. It's disorienting. 


Dr. Rosstetler: | see. Did you at any point 
notice the three individuals we recovered 
before you reached the access shaft? 


T5-3: Recover is a strong word. 
Dr. Rosstetler: Their remains, | mean. 


T5-3: | still don't get how they got that stuff. 
They had the name badges and everything, 
just with the identification scorched off. That's 
real strange. (Pauses) Notice them... no. In 
the dark, you know, it was just single file. | was 
lookin’ at Daniel... | mean, | thought | was. But 
the acoustics were real bad too, couldn't tell 
where the sound was coming from. Kept 
hearing him behind me. | guess | was. | don't 
know, it's like | said; you know things are 
happening around you and you react to them, 
but they all just feel... wrong. 


Dr. Rosstetler: | see. 


T5-3: They never found that kid, did they? He 
never came out later? 


Dr. Rosstetler: No. 

T5-3: Ah, shit. (Pauses) What about Davies? 
Dr. Rosstetler: (Si/ence) 

T5-3: Armin, come on, you know— 


Dr. Rosstetler: He still hasn't said anything, 
Kevin. Opened his mouth a few times, but 
nothing's come out. Doesn't even look at you. 


T5-3: Goddammit. 


Dr. Rosstetler: (Pauses) Do you want an 
amnestic? | can have something ordered for 
you, or— 


T5-3: Nah. If I'm still dreaming about that thing 
screaming at me with my own voice ina 
month, I'll let you order it. 


Addendum 2951.4: Interview with Gorman P. Ellis 
Access Addendum 


Following the events recorded in Addendum 2951.3, 
Foundation research personnel began to collect data 
about the Lemon Quarry and the mine there. This proved 
to be difficult, as the original B.G. Hoadley company had 
folded nearly forty years prior and all company records 
were presumed destroyed. Additionally, the potentially 
anomalous nature of Kervier International? made 
accessing their records difficult. However, a recovered 
contact list within an abandoned B.G. Hoadley office in 
nearby Bedford allowed Foundation investigators to 
contact a Mr. Gorman P. Ellis, an elderly and retired B.G. 
Hoadley investigator. 


Mr. Ellis was cooperative when contacted, and met with 
Foundation investigators. It was during this interview that 
Foundation personnel were alerted to the information 
held by Kervier administrator J. Howard Barnes, which 
was later collected and assessed as part of the 
investigation. The following is the audio transcript of an 
interview conducted by Agent Young with Mr. Ellis. 


[BEGIN LOG] 


Young: We appreciate you meeting with us, 
Mr. Ellis. We promise we won't take much of 
your time. 


Ellis: That's fine, that's fine. 


Young: What can you tell us about your time 
at B.G. Hoadley? 


Ellis: Well, | hired in as a day laborer, just like 
my father had. He was a foreman with the 
company when | was a boy, so was my uncle, 
James Ellis. My uncle was an associate of Mr. 
Hoadley and Mr. Hedgewater, both big 
limestone men back in the 30s and 40s. | 
worked for Hedgewater for a while at United 
Limestone, and transferred to Hoadley just 
before my father retired, as a foreman myself. 


Young: Which sites were you assigned to 
during your time with the company? 


Ellis: Well let's see... there was the Springville 
site up north, and another near Orleans off of 
37. Worked both of them for a fair few years. 
Then we opened up the big site west of 
Mitchell, and | was there until | retired. 


Young: Do you know anything about the 
Lemon site, in Guthrie? 


Ellis: | suppose | do. 
Young: Did you ever work there? 


Ellis: No, can't say | did. That was, ah... Ron 
Pitts, | think. Just an acquaintance, not 
somebody | knew all that well. 


Young: Do you know— 


Ellis: Actually, now that you mention it, | did 
spend some time at Lemon. Just... hard to 
remember. | went with a team of boys to clean 
up after they shut it down. There was an 
earthquake, see, collapsed some of the 


tunnels. Said it wasn't geologically sound. 
Young: Something wrong? 


Ellis: | always thought that was a bit queer. 
We don't get earthquakes around here. All that 
limestone, you know, dampens the shakes 
from down south or somewhere else. 


Young: Did they tell you anything else about 
that mine? 


Ellis: Oh, it was such a long time ago now. We 
just had to move some machinery, load it onto 
trucks and move it down south. | don't think | 
ever spoke to any of the foremen there. They 
were mostly outside men at that point anyway, 
just using Hoadley equipment. 


Young: | see. What about the collapse? Were 
there ever any casualties? 


Ellis: | think they, uh... lost a few boys, but | 
can't say for sure. That would happen then, 
you know. Weren't as careful as they are now, 
| reckon. Even so, it wasn't something that was 
talked about much. 


Young: Our records indicate that B.G. 
Hoadley sold that mine to Kervier shortly after 
the collapse. Is there any reason you can think 
of why they'd do that? 


Ellis: Hmmmmm... no, can't say why. United 
had bought a few, but usually part of some 
deal to open up another mine. Kervier wasn't 
from around here, they were out of state. Not 
real common for a group like that to buy up a 
mine, especially one as small as Lemon. 


Young: | see. Anything else you'd like to add, 


Mr. Ellis? 


Ellis: See if you can get a hold of a gentleman 
named... ah, let me think. Was it Jim? Jeff? 
Anyway, Barnes was his last name. He was a 
bit older than me, so he might've passed away 
by now, but he was involved in that cleanup, | 
think. He was Hedgewater's contact with 
Kervier when | worked for them, and I'd 
spoken to him a few times. Decent enough 
fellow, he might be able to tell you a little more. 


Young: Thank you sir, I— 


Ellis: You know... I've been thinking. There 
was something else about that cleanup that 
seemed so peculiar. We came in with about a 
dozen guys to get those machines loaded up, 
but there were another dozen or so there from 
Kervier who were cleaning up their stuff, and 
maybe five or six more Hoadley men doing the 
same. Quietest job we ever worked. | don't 
know if a single one of them said anything to 
us the entire time we were there. 


[END LOG] 


Addendum 2951.5: Collected Personal Correspondence of J. 
Howard Barnes 


Access Addendum 
Jeremiah, 


| don't know if you've heard yet, but there was 
an incident at the Guthrie mine. A cave in 
triggered by some earthquake. There are 
twenty or so boys trapped down in there. 
They're trying to get a team to move the 
rubble, but it's not going well. 


Thought you should know, in case you need to 
call the lawyers. I'll try to call out of the office 
tomorrow. 


Best, 
Trent 


Jeremiah, a bunch of suits showed up today 
asking about the cave in. We don't know if 
they're lawyers or what, but they kept asking 
real queer questions. Wanted to listen to the 
rocks and stuff at the cave in, like they was 
trying to hear something. You know anything 
about this? 


Nate Wabash 
Mr. Barnes, 


Our organization has recently purchased the 
rights to the Guthrie Lemon Quarry, and are 
interested in any information you might have 
about it. A representative of ours will be in your 
area within the next week, and would love to 
speak with you about it, as well as about 
opportunities within our organization you may 
be interested in. 


Yours truly, 


David P. Whitinger 
Kervier International 


| saw it myself, Jeremiah. | saw something that 
was like a man crawl out of that hole. It 
smoked and burned and cried out in another's 
voice. It was a thing pulled straight from the Pit 
itself, | have no doubt. 


That man from Geist said as much himself, 
that the pillars that support the world will crack 


and crumble, and the foundation will become 
loose. What lies below will become accessible, 
and its might will fall upon the meek. | saw it 
with my own eyes, | know it is true. 


| still hear its words, Jeremiah. "Ten thousand 
years." Screaming like a wild dog, shrieking 
like it was cornered. "Ten thousand years in 
the fire." 


Addendum 2951.6: Collected Correspondence from Gorman P. 
Ellis 


Access Addendum 


On April 19th, 2003, the aforementioned Mr. Gorman P. 
Ellis passed away. Due to his person of interest status, 
Foundation personnel moved to seize his assets for 
further analysis. The following is a letter, believed to be 
penned by Mr. Ellis, to an unknown recipient concerning 
SCP-2951. 


It was twenty-three in total. Twenty-three of 
those poor boys got stuck behind that wall. We 
could hear them for days, shouting behind 
those rocks while we sat around on our asses 
and did nothing. 


Have you ever been down in a mine during a 
blackout, Kim? Let me tell you about it. First 
there is a moment of panic, when everybody 
scrambles to figure out what's going on. Then, 
as things calm down, you try to get your eyes 
adjusted to the dark around you. But you never 
get adjusted, because there's nothing to see. 
It's not like dark at night, where you can see 
stars and the moon, or a streetlight. There is 
no light in a mine during a blackout. There's 
nothing to see down there. 


Then you start to hear things. Some boys will