Researcher Bridge once again skimmed over the provisional SCP report which had been sent to the Greyberries of herself and every other person with the clearance at Site-19.
"Gas cloud… can manipulate its own momentum… colorless… can be identified by a faint odor of caramel… inhalation by humans causes irrational and violent behavior… " She looked up at the guard in front of her in shocked disbelief. "This thing caused all of this?"
"Ye-yup," the guard replied as he finished covering the air vent. "At least, it started with one. My guess is that it was able to contaminate a few of the other skips, not to mention what happened when it got into the D-Class barracks. Anyway, hopefully that'll keep the gas from getting in through the vents, and that desk should keep the door from giving as easily."
"So, what do we do now."
"We wait until someone gets here and gets this breach under control."
And so, they waited in silence. When the silence grew too heavy, they exchanged stories. Once their stories ran out, they again waited in silence.
"Hey Doc, wanna know something funny." The guard asked as he began to giggle.
"What?"
"One of us could die in this room, and no one would ever know. We would just be another statistic on a damage report. Isn't that hilarious?!"
Researcher Bridge spun her head around to face the guard. He had a wide grin on his face and a firearm aimed at her chest. Panic and realization hit her like a wall of ice.
"Hey Doc, do you smell candy?"
There was a flash and a bang.
"That felt good," thought the guard as he began to push the desk out of the way. "I think I'll try it again."