First came the sun, and it was the Sun which was now eating them alive. They would be reborn as humans, humans meant to be great, humans meant to be one.
Then came the red sky, haunting away anything in it's path. The whole sky was something out of a nightmare.
The sound of the flesh slithering away, like an enormous jellyfish, leaving a trail of blood behind, grasping any humans being and forcing them to become the one with it. Some survivors left behind notes saying - "A hundred voice at once we heard - 'Become us, become beautiful'"
Of course humanity was warned about it. A message, only those who survived remembers it. It was unsure of who were they or what were they, but they knew about this apocalyptic event.
"Embrace the Darkness, fear the light", terrifying words, enough to shake oneself.
Finally came the anomalies. Beasts ravaging throughout the broken world, scouting and hunting anyone in their way.
Then in this lightful darkness came the dimmed light of hope.. the foundation itself. Providing refugee and helping the remaining humans became their lifelong goal for now, since there was no one now to save them.
Sometime they would look at Site 19 helpless people, people who have lost and who mourns in silence.
It was even worse when you realize even SCP-999 knew he cannot drift away the pain, but only relieve it for a moment. The blob would also sat in silence and was reported seeing crying even one time.
Bright could swear hearing some humans pray - "If God, is here and if he is listening, we are sorry, we are sorry.. God forgive us..".
Meanwhile there was a young man, far away from the site. The ragged clothes covering his pale face. The oversized clothes hiding his tall figure. The googles made from cutting a binoculars, covering his blue eyes. He carries a katana, in his right hand. He never learnt how to use one, but he was sure as hell it can cut through these hideous creatures.
The sound of the melted flesh, hearing it would make anyone sick. But he is strong, he is right here and he needs to survive.
A hundred voice at once said - "Heaven is here and it is ours to conquer".
"Again? Seriously" he mutters, as he dashed forward towards the creature, jumping over the broken lamps and cars. He jumped forward, took the sword in his two hands, ready to strike the creature. As his body moved forward soaring through the sky, he raised his katana and struck one of the creatures arm.
The creature also known as SCP-001-1A,1 never felt any real pain. So losing it's arm was nothing for him.
The man landed behind the creatures back where he stood upon a pile of melted flesh. He felt the many hands reaching out and holding him down.
With a few strikes, he was able to cut through and free himself, but the tragedy wasn't over. Soon the creature would grab one of his arms and pull him towards it.
He gasped and tried using his katana but it slid down the gooey flesh, onto the road.
He tried using his own strength but his palm slipped as the creature secreted out more of the gooey stuff.
"DAMN IT!!" he shrugged