D-Class Designation 3535 prepares to take the elevator to the floor below, housing SCP-049. The guard behind her tells her that the object in question is barely Euclid - although with the threatening label of the witch doctor's cold, soulless eyes, she has a hard time believing him. The two step into the elevator, and the guard presses a bright yellow button. The doors close. For a few seconds, the two stand in silence, until the elevator comes to a sudden halt, jarring 3535 and even stumbling the guard. The lights flicker as a voice eerily comes over the intercom.
"Containment breach underway. All test chambers on B-3, C section have been locked - those that could be." The guard flips up his visor, revealing a rugged expression. The D-Class and guard stare at one another for a moment. "Multiple Euclid and exactly three Keter-level containment breaches. All personnel are advised to lay low and arm themselves if at all possible," The voice continues.
The guard begins to frantically smash another button on the elevator as it continues its downwards decent. He looks at 3535 and begins to speak. "The shortest way out is through the maintenance tunnels - we have to skip B-3, no doubt 049 may have escaped." His expression turns manic as the door comes to a halt, and the doors open halfway. The guard lays down, his P90 aimed out wards, and he crawls through, motioning for 3535 to follow. The two touch the floor of the tube-like hallway, barely able to see three feet in front of them in the darkness.
"SCP-096 has breached containment. When screams near you, avert your eyes," The intercom voice shakily declares. There's a momentary silence, and then a more quiet voice comes from an intercom next to the elevator. "D-3535 and G-D 405, be advised that SCP-049 has breached containment and is advancing on your location. Immediately begin to your left!" The voice commands. G-D 405 shakes his head and hands 3535 a small pill out of his pocket.
"I forgot about this. Keep it with you, and if you see me again... try and help me." He puts the stock of the gun to his shoulder as mumbles come from the right of the two. "Go!" His command echoes as a hand pierces the darkness. 3535 turns, begins sprinting, and does not look back.