Chapter 8

"I'm learning knowledge about curios, in case we really encounter them on our journey of Trailblazing in the future, we can recognize them and run away quickly..."

"Stelle" blinked, her golden eyes shifted slightly, and then the corners of her mouth curled up, and a good idea sprouted in the darkness.

She pointed to the wall beside March 7th:

"Ah, something is wriggling."

"Eek!"

In the image.

Maksim could feel that if he dared to get any closer, it would launch an attack.

According to the records in the Foundation's files:

[Those infection bodies that have passed the scar tissue stage and lost their humanoid form will actively and aggressively attempt to infect anyone who enters an unknown distance range around them. It has been confirmed to possess vision and can distinguish non-infection bodies, and will rush toward them. If the infection body loses its vision, staying 30 meters away is considered safe.]

Maksim guessed that the reason it didn't launch an attack was because the weather was too cold.

In addition, there was a intermittent sound that had been continuing, like the cries for help of many people.

The audience listened intently.

Even in the dark corridor of the space station, this damn ghost-like screaming was echoing.

"Help, someone save me!"

"Mom! Dad! There's a monster! There's a monster!"

"There are more and more patients, we need helicopters, we need support as fast as possible!"

"Tell them, don't come near, don't come near!"

In the cold wind, this sound, although weak, had never ceased.

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What the hell?

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The audience watching this scene broke out in goosebumps.

"This thing knows how to use cries for help? Doesn't that mean the more responsible you are, the faster you die?"

"No, how is this possible? It’s just a pile of rotten meat—how did it suddenly grow eyes?"

"Did it devour the victim's memories, or is it just mimicking their voice?"

Outside the screen, even Fu Bai Xuan, currently in the General’s Office, felt a chill run through her body; an uncontrollable coldness rose from the bottom of her heart.

Mutual aid and assistance—this is an instinct carved deep into the genes of civilized races.

Not for any other reason, but because races that understand mutual aid are more likely to thrive and develop into civilizations.

Yet, [SCP-610] knows how to exploit this to hunt in reverse.

Beside her, Jing Jing Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and Seeing Seeing Yanqing wore a very serious expression.

On the screen, Maksim clearly realized this was a trap. After throwing out a disc-shaped object, he decisively turned and walked away from the area.

—That disc was a waypoint marker, used to flag danger zones.

The cries for help faded into the wind and snow. It seemed that once it confirmed he would not turn back, the grotesque flesh stopped its lure.

Beyond expressing fear, the audience no longer knew what to say.

This man’s silhouette was lonely and resolute.

Only the Doctor’s voice continued to ring in his ears.

"Come back. So far, you have maintained a safe distance from them. I can authorize a special rescue."

"Give up. There are no compatriots left on this planet that you would recognize. The channel only contains forged cries for help."

"Those are the howls of monsters."

Maksim shook his head once more, his eyes already slightly red:

"No need, Doctor."

"I am just a D-Class personnel, disposable—a one-time consumable for the Foundation. I am glad to have worked under your command, and I am glad to have known you."

"Next, I am going home."

The Doctor was silent for a moment, then uttered a single sentence:

"May you find the way home."

Having said that, the Doctor cut the communication.

On the Luofu Luofu Xianzhou "Luo Fu," Miss Miss Qingque, who was slacking off, saw this scene and lost all interest in the mahjong tiles in her hands. After casually winning a hand of "Four Concealed Triplets, Single Wait," she left her seat early and ran to the side to sigh.

"Life is unpredictable—intestine-stuffed-intestine, braised large intestine, nine-turn large intestine, large intestine sashimi... Alright, I'll go have gourd-head soup for dinner."

Unfortunately, the Astral Express had not yet arrived here, and there were too few people to whom she could reveal her ambition to slack off; this sentiment could only be temporarily stored in her heart.

But she was filled with curiosity about that "Dr. White" who had never appeared.

Perhaps he was a good man? If she met him in the future, should she ask him to play cards?

She looked at the sky simulated inside the Luofu Luofu Xianzhou, thinking just that.

She did not notice that Master Fu Bai Xuan of the Divination Commission was not far away, staring at her every move.

Maksim continued his trek, through several more cycles of day and night.

The heavy backpack he had brought was nearly empty; he knew the end of this journey was near.

At noon that day, he found the small town he had dreamed of.

This was his hometown.

The town was very quiet, but to his surprise, there were no red flesh masses everywhere.

It was just that many doors and windows had been left open, letting in quite a bit of snow.

It looked as if everyone had been evacuated in an emergency.

This meant there were still possible survivors in this world!

Where did they go? Were they still alive? Could they still be contacted... Countless questions followed one after another.

Maksim suddenly felt that his journey had meaning; he could finally save a few lives to offset his own sins.

He ran all the way toward the police station, where the town’s best radio equipment was located, and the town’s bulletin board was there too; perhaps he could get some news there.

In any case, these monsters couldn't fly; the Foundation didn't need to worry about them leaving the planet's gravitational field, nor would they immediately begin "purification."

Dr. White told him that the Foundation would use a planet-killing weapon called "Neutron Sweep" to kill all life on this planet.

Once it was discovered that [SCP-610] still survived, the Foundation would adopt a contingency plan: detonate the star and directly destroy the entire galaxy.

If that still didn't clear [SCP-610], the Foundation’s Administrator would personally take action and tear this space apart.

It’s just that...

Maksim had an ancient belief.

All the dead would be able to reunite in the future.

Perhaps, after hundreds of millions of years, a new civilization would be born on this planet, just like humanity today.

He believed that after crossing countless spans of time, he would see his parents again.

Pushing open the door, Maksim saw a man in a police uniform.

The other party was facing away from him, squatting in front of a cabinet, tidying something up.

Maksim asked:

"You didn't evacuate?"

Police Officer: "I, am, packing, things, waiting for someone..."

His tongue was a bit tied; he didn't know if it was a stutter or if he was frozen.

Although the police station door was closed, the heating in the town had stopped, and the only shelter this building could provide was protection from the wind and cold.

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Breathing out a puff of white air, Maksim rubbed his stiff hands and asked the question he cared about most:

"How many survivors are left? Where were they transferred to?"

Police Officer: "Many, they, are underground."

Seeing this, the audience finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ha... I said the situation wouldn't be that bad; civilization isn't that fragile."

"Don't get your hopes up too high. The Foundation really did issue an extermination order; they might be the only survivors left." ===== CHAPTER 19 =====