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"Thank you for meeting me here, Thomas"

"It's no problem, I don't have much to do anyway"

"Should we proceed with the test?"

"Yes, bring in the D-Class"

The researcher requested the Class-D to be brought into the testing chamber. Shortly afterwards, a guard with three Class-D came forth, and shoved them into 173's containment chamber. A guard came over the intercom and told the Class-D the same old drill. Things like "Maintain eye contact at all times" and "Warn each other before blinking". Same old things. The test was about to begin when the site intercom came on.

"Attention, Dr. Thomas Dawson, please report to the conference room"

That was me. So I said goodbye to my fellow colleague, gathered my notes, and was on my way. The facility was confusing. Even after years of working here, I sometimes got lost. There were so many lefts and rights and hallways and elevators. And all the hallways looked exactly the same. I decided to stop by the cafeteria to grab a coffee. I saw some of my fellow colleagues as I was walking to the conference room. It seemed like today was going to be a really good day. Of course, the Site Director wasn't exactly too fond of me. He considered me a bit of a slacker. Well, maybe not a bit of slacker. Maybe more of a huge slacker. I knew that probably wasn't true. I get stuff done all the time! Right? Anyway doesn't matter. I was just about to get to the conference room when I heard gunshots. Then there was a bit of screaming. The intercom came on again.

"Attention all SCP Personnel, multiple containment breaches have been reported. Site is on lockdown until further notice"

Oh god. Ok, I just need to keep calm. Keep calm, and report to the nearest breach shelter. It would be easy right? Just walk slowly and calmly to the nearest breach shelter, right? Easy, right? Wrong. I ran. I ran faster than I ever thought I could. I guess it's just the adrenaline from fear.

The breach shelter was closed. I yelled for the wide door to be opened. Nobody heard me. The doors were too thick, I guess. Then the full impact of realizing that I won't get in finally settled in. The sirens blared in my ears. I couldn't help screaming as loud as I can. I was angry, scared, and confused. But then I realized what I must do. What I need to do. What I need to do to survive.

Escape.

It wasn't going to be easy, since there were places I've never even been to before. And the facility was huge. Like I said before, even I got lost sometimes. And I've worked here for years and years. There were three other hallways I could decide to go down. The one I came from, the one on my left, and the one on my right. I decided to go down the hall to my left. The sirens stopped after a while, and the only thing I had to listen to was my thoughts. While thinking, I realized that if the security personnel can't handle this, then there are always the Mobile Task Forces. I perked up a bit more as I realized that help could be on its way.

I walked through hallways and hallways until I found what looked like a Tesla Gate in one of the halls. I remember the day I learned that in the event of a breach, Tesla Gates would be activated to stop any SCPs or D-Class from escaping. That was their purpose. The trick to getting past one is to go near it, but not too close, let it activate and then run through it once it's done activating. It was that simple. I went near the Gate carefully, as to not be shocked. After all, that wouldn't be the best way to die right? It activated. Then I quickly ran through it. As I ran through it, I winced. I turned around and realized I had just ran through an active Tesla Gate. And without dying. I'll add that to my bucket list. I sighed with relief. But then I realized that the horrors didn't stop soon. Shortly afterwards, I found desks and cubicles for the foundation personnel. I went through the desks, seeing if I could find a weapon of some sort. No weapons. Only documents and keycards. I grabbed some spare key cards just incase. After I left the room, there was a strange nearby snap. I shuddered. SCP-173.

I turned and started quickly around the other way when once I turned around the corner I bumped into someone. He had an orange jumpsuit with numbers on it. It was one of the Class-D. I looked into his eyes as he looked into mine. He was just as scared and worried as I was, if not, more. Initially, I felt terrified since it was a well known fact that Class-D are taken from prisons. But I also realized something else. He was one of the D-Class that was going to be used in the test earlier. He seemed to realize I was one of the doctors performing the test since his expression and demeanor quickly changed from scared to hatred. After much hesitation, I spoke.

Dr. Dawson: Aren't you supposed to be...well...dead?

Class-D: Was that supposed to be some kind of joke? Listen doc, just stay out of my way, and we won't have any trouble.

Dr. Dawson: Was that a threat? Hey, I'm not afraid of you, you don't even have any weapons!

Class-D: Maybe, but that can't stop me from strangling you.

Dr. Dawson: I know karate and other martial arts.

That was a lie. The Class-D seemed to notice and laughed at it as if it were a joke.

Class-D: A pampered doctor like you? Sure. You ever wonder how I became a D boy? That's because where I came from, we had to learn how to fight. And one day, when I was, it went too far, and now I'm here. Stuck with you. So again, don't get in my way and we'll be just fine.

I would have given him a keycard if he weren't a total asshole, I thought as he left me behind. And there I was again. In the silence. I noticed he went towards the sound of the earlier snapping I heard. I decided to go the opposite way.