Chapter 7: The army of the Church.
The sun was low in the sky at site 28. Only half an hour till sunset. That's when they came.
Trucks came to site 28. They came in droves. The men piled out and ran for the site. Their bodily enhancements allowing them to ignore the pain from small arms fire, barbed wire and machine guns. The small site was soon overrun with the walking automatons that were church members. Their bodies implanted with gears, levers and various other mechanical enhancements. Many such components stuck out of the skin. And looked painful. Those were the tickers. Other were implanted with computer hardware, wired strait to the brain. They were the Hummers.
As the battalion overrun the small site, chaos ensued. Researchers were killed on sight. Blood covered the ground everywhere. All the while Bumaro watched as site 28's small auxiliary buildings were raided. It took only an hour.
"Station 75 men around the perimeter. I want constant watch." Bumaro said as he entered the auxiliary building.
"Father Bumaro!" One soldier called out. "I think you should come look at this one." He said pointing to a SCP's cell door. The video camera beside the door's keypad showed the prisoner within.
"Well, well, well we meet again unearthly creature! He said taking a good look at the screen. Within the cell sat Aby…
Bumaro entered the cell with an armed Hummer by his side. The soldier decide to stand in the corner not far from the table Aby had been given to sit at. Bumaro pulled out the Chair opposite Aby. He loved the reaction on her face.
"It you!" She said astonished. She simply sat wide eyed at the old man dressed in a blue uniform.
"Yes. It has-" Bumaro said before being interrupted by the sound of an enormous crash and explosion. Immediately he and the soldier ran out. In fact every soldier rushed outside to see a massive ball of flame and burning debris scattered everywhere. From one bit of wreckage it was easy to see it was jet of some sort.
Bumaro knew something was up. "What happened? Tell me now!"
"Sir that jet crashed. It wasn't shot down!" One commander shouted. "It simply came from nowhere! From what we saw it was headed nose first to the ground!"
"More men on the perimeter!" Bumaro shouted. I want everyone to secure this auxiliary building." He ordered. Bumaro went back inside and headed for Aby's cell. When he noticed the open door to her cell ,he lost it. That was when it began.
Men around the perimeter began just falling to their knees grabbing their throats. Some writhed on the ground trying to reach their lungs. From the light that the site provided the outside. One could see a yellow gas seeping in from the north. As it traveled slowly south and east some soldiers put respirators on. That helped them… but at least 150 men had been killed by inhaling Chlorine gas. Bumaro put a respirator on and went to the auxiliary building's control room. And turned on the extensive searchlights the site had. Looking outside one could see nothing but a small patch of the yellow gas moving over the site's norther half. And a large debris field to the east. Obviously the large main building was to his south and to his west was nothing but desert.
"Where on earth are you bastards?"Bumaro yelled in rage. "I swear I know you are there. You can't hide from me!" What Bumaro didn't know was that he had taken over the site. But that meant little in the way of victory if your adversary could unleash you worst nightmare.
Suddenly the control room lit up like a Christmas tree. Every button flashed, gauges buzzed, klaxons blared, and the room pulsed red and white light. Bumaro had no idea what was happening.
He looked outside only to see gruesome distorted, gut wrenching figures emerge from the main building's Gate A. They had had a pale brown skin. An unnatural color their heads were either enormous or distorted or not there at all,instead a long tube of flesh. There arms and legs were misshapen in many ways. Some crawled along the ground on all fours in ways that would make a spider jealous. The sight of just one made you want to vomit if you didn't have a strong stomach. It all looked cancerous. It looked disgustingly alive.
That wasn't the worst of his problems.
The soldiers screamed and yelled their dogma. They knew what had emerged from the building. It was specimens of SCP-610. They fired their guns and kept their distance. Some were running because they were being chased. Chaos ensued, friendly fire is what killed the most.
Bumaro ran out of the building and ran past soldier after soldier. Some dying, others in need of serious help from their leader who they trusted so much to. He abandoned them, his life for all of theirs. He had run through 300 yards of life scarring brutality, he had reached a transport truck. Climbing in he started the truck and turned it around. He simply drove away. It wasn't until two seconds later he saw headlights behind him. Beaming bright and right on his bumper. They had caught up to him and he would kill them.
He stepped on it accelerating to the truck's maximum of 65mph on unpaved, rough, desert ground. He heard a commotion behind him in the transport bay. It was footsteps, they were approaching him. Bumaro suddenly turned sharply left trying to roll the truck over, if he could he could wreath their truck and use his for cover, but it wouldn't comply. He straightened out and tried again. And the truck rolled over as expected but onto several specimens of SCP-610. He had gotten nowhere, he had made left turns continuously and drove right back to the chaotic and blazing mess that was site 28.
It was a massacre, not a victory, which he had received. Crawling out he looked as men lay dead left and right. Many having been infected by the flesh. Soon to be like those specimens. He stood, and saw burning bodies all over. A massive fire had begun burning the site's main building. It was ablaze with fire burning, everything inside. It was the work of SCP-457.
(EDIT)
Author-I don't think I can finish this story, sorry. I'm working on something else that is better.