Right across from me—OH God! [Nervous 
laughter] | guess that's one of the things... 
Just saw someone in the doorway across from 
me, then they were gone in the blink of an eye. 
Checking out that room... odd. There's a 
bunch of cots here with IV stands next to them, 
like a medical room. | don't think IVs are 
typical in a middle school nurse's office. 


Looking down the hall, there's a bunch of 
lockers on the far wall. Hallway turns at a 
sharp angle to the next hallway. Dark and 
silent. I'm okay, though. [Groan and 
whimpering is heard, followed by a squeak in 
footsteps] Please don't let that be real... Oh 
God... there's a pile of bodies here. Children. 
Some adults. Stacked in a pile, some of them 
naked. It's not going away. Oh my God, it's not 
going away. 


Left to catch my breath... oh please, for fuck's 
sake, it's still here. It's not going away. | 
can't... | can't... [Heavy breathing, followed by 
the sound of vomiting]. It won't... it's still there. 
It smells... 


Agent Saisset's Report 


Date 4/2/06 Time: 06:54 

| am at the front desk. Nothing unusual so far, 
except there is a computer powered on. It 
says, "Breathe in, strap on, enjoy yourself 
[REDACTED]" Oh it knows my first name, how 
charming. 


All the rooms here are empty, or filled with 


garbage. Hall turns sharply left to another, 
bigger hallway. Nothing here, but it's certainly 
bright. Is the electricity still working— Oh, it's a 
hallucination, | see! Children are coming down 
the hall towards me. One of them tripped and 
fell, ouch. Mm... he's not getting up. | don't 
think he tripped. Merde, he's gone. As soon as 
| took a step towards him. The light's gone as 
well. 


Room 115. Looks to be a computer lab. There 
are children in here, all ignoring me. | cannot 
hear any of them but it looks as though many 
are talking. One of the computers near me has 
the words "Feeling fine" typed in large letters 
on it. Strange room for vaccinations to take 
place. 


Out in the hallway, it is light again. The same 
scene plays out; children running, the one 
falling. | see now he indeed did not trip but was 
struck from behind, maybe hit with a rock or a 
bullet. This hallway smells like a used 
restroom and there is mildew all over the walls. 


[Agent Saisset yelps and stammers something 
incoherent. No other sound is heard beyond 
her breathing.] Turned the corner and saw 
someone standing in front of me. He is 
dressed like a doctor, and telling me I'm not 
supposed to be here, it's a quarantine zone. | 
don't know if this thing will pick up his voice, | 
— [pause]. Yes? No, no, | am on my phone. A 
cell phone. You know—argh. He is gone. This 
is tiresome. 


At front desk. Still smells like a restroom. The 
computer is gone, but there is a stack of books 
on the chair behind the desk. Was that always 
here? They're all textbooks, nothing unusual. 
Signing out. 


Agent Reekers' Report 


Date 4/8/06 Time: 18:15 

Heading down the hall. Front area smelled like 
shit, even through the suit, but given all the 
mold and other crap all over the walls, that's 
nothing unusual. 


Room 129. Ceiling's collapsed. Debris from 
second floor's cluttered everywhere. No signs 
of life in here. 


Room 127. Same here. There's some kind of 
mold creeping out from under an overturned 
desk. At least | hope that's mold. Smells more 
like... no wait. Damn, | lost it. 


Room 125. Something was burning in here. 
Burning recently, I'd say. It's still kind of 
smoky. Can't pop my suit to check it out, 
though. 


Thought | heard someone behind me, but 
there was nothing there. Heading to the back. 


Ohhhhhh shit. There's a big pile of dead 
bodies back here. Looks fresh... Oh fuck! It's 
gone. The whole place cleared out. My suit 
must've breached, I'm not supposed to be 
seeing this shit. 


Date 4/9/06 Time: 09:00 
We'll try this again... new suit, higher level. 
Checking out the rooms again. 


Room 128. Medical cots, IV stands beside 
each. Not seeing anything else in here. 


Back hall's empty. Heading upstairs. 


Stairwell was collapsed, had to use the one 
across the hall. Big stain on the floor as soon 


as you step out. Looks like a big glass bottle of 
something thick and viscous was dropped 
here. Still moist. 


Oh shit. There's a bunch of boys ahead, 
walking into a room. My suit's breached again, 
somehow, I'm seeing them again. Heading 
back down. 


Someone's at the front desk, on a computer. 
Fuck, they saw me. They're coming up... They 
just disappeared. He said "Sure thing, babe", 
then disappeared. Computer stayed behind. 
Looking at the screen, it says... "Are you 
alive?" [Sound of typing] Just responded, "No". 
And... computer just disappeared. Well fine, 
be like that. 


Having trouble opening the door... Door's 
jammed. Nice try, ghosties, but we have 
crowbars. Signing out. 


Addendum D-4: A report was filed by Agent Piper on behalf of an 
"Agent Locke", which all other agents reported as being familiar to 
them at the time. Foundation records do not indicate an "Agent 
Locke" matching the description given stationed on-site at any time. 
Contents of unknown agent's log are available to personnel with 
level 3 security access and above. Transcript is logged at end of file. 


LEVEL 3 ACCESS REQUIRED 


Date 4/9/06 Time: 00:01 
[Recording begins with background 
commotion, voices talking and shouting.] 


Status report. Situation has deteriorated 
significantly, as expected. Subjects aren't 
responding to vaccines. Best case scenario, 
asphyxiation within 2-3 minutes. Worst case... 
| don't know how to convey the horror. They 
keep moving. Twitching, jerking, some even 


standing upright for a moment, before 
collapsing in a heap. We have to burn them; 
they don't stop until they're ash. If you saw 
their corpses, you Saw mercy. 


Symptoms consistent with what we've been 
seeing in east Asia. Internal hemorrhaging, 
vomiting, diarrhea, lack of sweating leading to 
hyperthermia. A new symptom's showing in 
the newer cases; the itching. It's not enough to 
just scratch your ass and be done with it; it's 
persistent, and it burns. Some of the kids strip 
naked, unable to bear even the slightest touch, 
and start scratching until they bleed. Then they 
scratch some more. 


Medical logs... Dante couldn't imagine 
anything this hellish. First you see their names, 
starting with the refugees. Name, age, sex, 
symptoms, prescription, prognosis... the 
survivors are checked off in blue. You can go 
fifty, sixty names without seeing a mark. 
Further down you go, brevity dictates the 
entries; no names, no symptoms. The 
handwriting changes. Newcomer doesn't 
bother mincing words: "Female, 31, death. 
Male, 13, death." 


| could almost respect the inhumanity of an 
enemy willing to target civilians with a bio- 
weapon like this. When we learned the 
insurgents fumbled this badly... it's not even 
pitiable. People like that... they're too low to be 
animals, too stupid to be monsters, and too far 
gone to learn better. 


No. This isn't gonna work. Yesterday it was 
just booms and cracks of gunfire. Today you 
can differentiate between their shouts and 
ours. They'll overrun us by nightfall. Probably 
too late for these people, but we have to start 


evacuating now if we're going to salvage 
anything from this. If we're lucky, Anabasis will 
fire before the enemy overruns the place. If 
not, we'll have the advantage while they're 
trying to figure out what the fuck happened. 
Maybe they'll stir up enough of a shitstorm on 
the other side that we won't even have to deal 
with them. 


| hope this works. God save our race. 
Signing out. 


Addendum D-5: A fifth expedition into SCP-2084 was scheduled, 
but was delayed due to concerns regarding the hallucinogens within 
the building. Shortly thereafter, the fifth expedition was undertaken. 
No anomalous hallucinations took place, though an intact computer 
hard drive was recovered. Materials found on the drive are logged 
below. 


2084-1: E-mail correspondences 
2084-2: Undated IM correspondences 
[PENDING DECLASSIFICATION] 


Footnotes 
1. Design elements that have not been adapted to incorporate air 
conditioning units 


« SCP-2083 | SCP-2084 | SCP-2085 » 


SCP-2084 Email Correspondence 


E-mail correspondence between Ret. Col. Otis H. L. Umber and 
Agent Priscilla Locke. Recovered from an intact computer hard drive 
located within SCcP-2084 


Note: No such individual by the name of Otis H. L. Umber has been 
found to have served in any branch of the United States armed 
forces between the years of 1937 and 2006. 


Mr. Umber 

1/1/06 

Happy new year. Department of WestCiv says one-third of Australia 
is gone. 


Define ‘gone’, | asked. 
Gone. 


It was eleven hours until the Department even acknowledged what 
had happened. Six hours later, Anabasis was on everyone's lips. 


The official story is that the Qing broke through into Indochina, and 
the resistance dropped a bomb spreading some mutated synthetic 
plague, killing themselves while decimating the Qing Banners. 
Shitstorm erupts when it turns out the components were sold to 
them by us. "We don't trade with or support subhuman mongrels" 
the President said last year, all the while trading and supporting the 
"subhuman mongrels". 


Anabasis is the failsafe. In case the bio-weapon gets out of control. 


1/4/06 

Someone leaked to the Chinese about the bio-weapon and now 
they're pissed. Biological warfare wasn't their style, but when an 
eighth of their army is infected, they may as well go for it. 


You're probably too young to remember, Locke: 1937, the Japanese 
invaded the Qing Empire. This was before the "Western Civilization 
Party" got popular in the US. We were still a democracy back then. 
They brought the Kaiser in, and the Qing brought in the British and 
French, and the second world war started. 


It wasn't the war that turned people off from Asia; it was the 
occupation. How long do you occupy a nation of almost a billion 
before it stabilizes? Trick question; you don't. 


When the enemy outnumbers you ten to one, they can afford the 
losses. If just one of their men killed one of ours, they'd lose a lot of 
men and take a generation or two to recover; we'd lose our entire 
nation. 


And that's just the men—they had women and children fighting us, 
too. They'd dress as Japanese soldiers, Geishas, comfort women, 
then sneak back to their towns or villages and leave behind bombs. 
It got so bad, we tried to convince the Japanese to withdraw, just so 
we could identify the insurgents and make it easier for us round- 
eyes. 


When the Japanese said no, a stand-off ensued. They were thinking 
only about the power; the lands they'd gained, and keeping them at 
all costs. Roosevelt blinked, and the Western Civwvies devoured him. 
The propaganda campaign was indescribable. The coup that took 
place was brilliant; Klan members and communists and anti-semites, 
Southern Democrats and Northern Unionists, all united in hatred of 
the Chinese and fear of the Japanese, or the other way around. The 
distinction wouldn't matter for long. 


The British and Germans were with the Japanese, and if we split 
with them, we'd lose out much of the European market in trade. And 
once they solidified their hold on China, we'd be out of the world 
stage for a long time. So the Western Civvies came to power, and 
right away started shedding all the "bloat" from the Constitution, to 
make America more "streamlined and competitive" on the world 
stage. Meaning less "E Pluribus Unum" and more "Unum." 


You wouldn't have liked America pre-WestCiv, Locke. | know how 
you supremacist types are. Back then, it was a dirty secret if a 


D-11503 begins to speak in a monotone "robot 
voice" without natural inflection. 


D-11503: Greetings, humanoid. 


Dr. Andrews: Would you please identify 
yourself for the record? 


D-11503: | am D-Bot, unit model 11503 at your 
service. ! 


Dr. Andrews: You're a robot, you say? You 
look very lifelike. 


D-11503: | was programmed to appease 
humanoid sensibilities. 


Dr. Andrews: And how old are you? 


D-11503: | was activated at the Advanced 
Robotics Facility in Old New Hampshire on 
Earth, on January 12th 2592. 


Dr. Andrews: What is your purpose? 


D-11503: | am a fully modular service robot. 
My purpose is to assist Major John Patrick 
Proton of the Galactic Police Department in 
the apprehension of dangerous criminals. 


Dr. Andrews: When you say you're fully 
modular, what does that entail? 


D-11503: My body has been designed to make 
use of a wide variety of customizable limbs. | 
may remove my factory-installed appendages 
at will and replace them with those designed 
for specific purposes. 


Dr. Andrews: Could you please demonstrate 
now by removing your left arm? 


politician had any links to the Klan. Now, it's mandatory. You're 
probably angry now, Locke, smirking as you come up with sharp- 
witted comebacks and insinuations that I'm "anti-white". Let me ask 
you this, at least: Can you name a single civilization in history that 
has come to power, expanded, flourished, and survived by being 
exclusive and conservative? 


1/20/06 
It's war, then. Won't last long; half of China's infected by now. 


Has the Foundation told you what Anabasis is yet? | heard some 
from the Department today talking about it. I'm not sure they know 
what it is either. 


Met a young girl earlier today. Marlowe, her name was. Pretty. She 
looks kind of like you, Locke. Debriefed by the Chiefs of Staff 
regarding Anabasis and the bio-weapon. Or rather, they tried to. 


Story going around is the Anabasis is a quantum weapon of some 
sort only understood by people who know quantum. Quantum 
quantum, mass density, etc etc etc, photon spheres, something 
collapses, and a brand new something is born in space-time. "Not a 
black hole", she kept saying. Was a weapon, but they're talking 
about contingency plans for evacuating to some other dimension or 
universe. Pure science fiction turned reality. Everyone but me and 
Moreland understood. They wanted to know where Anabasis came 
from. That information is classified, she said with a smile, those 
sparkling blue eyes and alabaster skin so pretty when she came in, 
so disgustingly nasty and insufferable then. Couldn't get anything 
out of her. 


| don't think | told you about how we fought the insurgents in China. 
Normal wars are decided by battles; the occupation was decided by 
atrocities. It's the only weapon the enemy understands, and it's the 
only one that gets our soldiers back to their barracks at the end of 
each day in one piece. 


Average day in occupied China went like this: enemy attacks, falls 
back, we pursue into a village, enemy hides their weapons and put 
on civilian clothes. No one in the village knows anything. You can 
offer them chocolates, liquor, jewelry, any amount of western 


excess. They smile, pocket it, and say "Know nothing", as if that was 
the only English they knew. 


While your men start letting their guard down, talking to a kindly old 
man or old woman or flirting with a coy young dame, someone whips 
out a gun, or a grenade, and in six seconds someone in your squad 
is dead. 


They line up all the villagers, then. Orders are to execute them, as 
they sob and beg "Not kill, not kill. Innocent!" A private in our squad 
convinced the sergeant to let the women go one time. We started to 
untie them. One of them pulled a knife half as long as her forearm, 
and jabbed it in the private's throat hard enough to hit bone. The 
others started screaming. We killed them all. 


"One has a weapon, they all have a weapon" Sergeant says as we 
clean the village.