9 Years Ago.

*SCP: 682 has broken out of Gate B! I want all available helicopters MTF units at Gate B now. All personnel gets to safety! Stay away from the SCP at all costs! I repeat, SCP 682 has broken out of Gate B. All available helicopters and MTF units at Gate B now.*

The alarm kept screaming. Each of the personnel ran away to avoid the creature's wrath. Out of all the days why did I come to work pregnant with my baby?! I was too stupid to do that! I shouldn't have come! She'll die because of me! I can hear gunfire and the creature roaring in anger at their attempts to contain it. She began to kick and squirm a little. "Please not now!" I begged. "Please!" Apparently, she didn't want to wait. She was coming, and fast. I stumbled into the hallway and heard 682's roaring becoming louder. He was coming. I stumbled into a room and I felt something trickle down my legs. My water broke, she was coming! "Not now!" I cried. Suddenly the roaring stopped. Did they contain him? I couldn't process it as the pain increased. "Ok, ok! You git this! Breathe." I kept breathing and each time I did so the pain was getting worse. I tried my hardest not to scream so none of the SCPs can hear me. I prayed to God that nothing will happen, especially to her. "Please," I whisper. "Don't let anything happen to her." I muffled my scream and the pain finally resided. I took off my lab coat and looked down at my baby. She had a greenish tinge to her hair and dark eyes staring at me. I can see a small green tinge to them as well. "I'm sorry that you have to be in this situation." I wrapped her up and kept her close to my chest. The strange part was that she didn't start crying. She just stared. Is that normal for a baby's behavior? It was probably a good thing, they may not hear us but the smell of blood might get their attention. I stood up slowly to avoid slipping on my fluids. I walked slowly to the back of the room and sat there for a while till they called a security safety alarm. To call that SCPs that have escaped are now contained. The baby began to whine a little. "It's ok. You are safe. Now, what do I call you?" She looked up at me with a small smile. She is so innocent. I wish that she didn't have to be born in this place. "Innocent?" I said to myself. "How about I call you Angel?" She smiled even more. "My little angel." I heard a loud crash that scared the both of us and her and she began to cry. "Don't cry, its ok!" I tried to shush her and calm her down. I saw a large figure cross the door. She kept crying. "It's ok! Please calm down. Everything will be ok! I won't let them hurt you." A low growl can be heard at the door. I saw a yellow eye staring down at us. "God, please help us!" I whisper.