We are on our way to the containment chamber of SCP-079, he was connected to the facility somehow and has taken over the system. I highly doubt he will just let us walk in and turn him off. With were little weapons we have and the guard that’s with me only having one arm. We are definitely in trouble. I don’t feel good either, something is moving inside of me and doesn’t feel natural. We aren’t close to the chamber but that’s not as big a problem as going through sector-C. Of course, we decided to put all the most dangerous SCP’s together. The ones we know are not there are SCP’s 096, 1048 and 1048-A, B, and C. SCP’s 939, and 173. The only other two SCP’s that actually pose a threat now are 079 and 106. I suddenly hear an airlock noise coming from around the hall. The guard I’m with tells me to run, he has worked with 106 and is not a fan. I sprint past the hall and see a glimpse of a man that looks to be decayed. His dark eyes void of life and dripping black sludge and goop. When he was done coming out the floor he walked over to the guard who was shooting at him. He gripped the guard’s throat and started sinking into the floor. The liquid on his neck already burning his skin. Within a moment he is gone, screaming and asking for help. I walk away traumatized, I reach 076’s container and find nothing. A voice on the PA system comes on, “I knew you would come, finally.” His metallic voice echoed on the walls. “If your so smart you would know that when a crisis comes I’m put on lockdown, It’s sad we had to let your friend go. He was a good one you know, but all things considered, I think you will understand. I gave him what he feared most, a good hour in the pocket of an old man. Good luck getting to me, 939 is hungry and I think your last alive. So you better get going, because your next.”