"D-3908." A cold voice says.
"Huh?" I muttered back confusedly.
"Get up and put on your jumpsuit." The voice says a little harsher this time. I open my eyes and see one of those Kevlar freaks standing at the entrance to my cell.
"Woah, shit!" I say, just having a heart attack and getting up to throw on my jumpsuit, covering my exposed body. The faceless guard stands there seemingly staring at me as he waits for me to get ready. After I get my jumpsuit on the guard asks:
"Ready?"
"Yeah." I reply, "Do you always have to be this creepy when you wake people up?"
"Follow me." He orders. I follow him to wherever the hell he's taking me, because if I don't he'll shoot me right on the spot. We continue down the sterile white halls of the facility until we pass another security guard.
"Hey, Felix." The other guard says as we walk by, "Where are you taking this one?" He asks
"049's containment." Felix, my escort replies as we stop to talk, I guess. Assholes. Don't mind the person you're leading to their death, yeah just stop and chat.
"They lifted the ban on human subjects?" He shakes his head, "Damn, no one comes back from there." Chris comments. I look at him.
"Thanks for the reassurance." I say sarcastically.
"Attitude D Class!" Felix tells me threateningly.
"Fuck you." I say. I could tell he was pissed even through the balaclava and tinted yellow visor on his helmet, which gave me a little satisfaction.
"Let's go." He says while he turns and walks away. I follow him down some more hallways and down an elevator until we reach a door labeled "Heavy Containment". He opens the door with a keycard out of his vest.
"Where can I get one of those?" I ask as we move through the door past even more security.
"Not from me." He answers, emotionless.
"Call me Samantha, or Sam for short." I desperately request, so he won't call me by my fucking number, or "D class". No response. "Felix?" I ask. Stills l no response. We continue until we reach one of the reinforced doors for the SCPs.
"Here it is." He pauses for a moment then says, "For the love of God please don't die in there." He tells me, but without sarcasm or that cold attitude he has. Then, I understand why he's so cold. Having to lead people to something they won't come back from everyday must be horrible, and having to look them in the eye as they walk through the door only to come out in a body bag must be even worse.
"I'll try." I reply, gratefully. He opens the door emblazoned with the SCP logo and I continue into a dark room with blood on the walls, as the door shuts behind me. I look around the room for a minute inspecting the blood splatters on the wall, painting the boring unpainted steel walls a dark red.