I’m In Charge of SCP

It was foggy.

Zhang Jue realized that he was in a dream—when he traveled through because of dreaming about SCP682, he was also in such a scene.

He stands at a crossroads.

All around, countless pedestrians passed by him, all with dull eyes and expressionless faces, like walking corpses.

Hello!

Zhang Jue tried to pull a person's shoulder, wanting to talk to him, but that person seemed to have infinite power, and walked straight forward, Zhang Jue was taken aback.

fvck!

Zhang Jue scolded, but he also knew in his heart that these people didn't seem like they could communicate with each other.

Where is this, Zhang Jue became curious.

He observed for a while, and found that most of the pedestrians around him were Caucasian, and the architectural style was Gothic. It must be a European country.

Zhang Jue wandered around for a long time and found a road sign, but he didn't recognize the words on it.

It seemed to be French, which also confirmed his speculation from the side.

So I should be in France now? How did this place become like this, making a large-scale science fiction film?

Guessing is useless, Zhang Jue decided to follow someone to see where they went.

Zhang Jue chose a 40-year-old middle-aged woman and followed her all the way to an office building. Looking at the national flag flying in front of the door, he confirmed his guess.

This lady seemed to be a government employee. Zhang Jue followed her through various checkpoints—everyone ignored him as a follower, and only the various gates were still working normally.

Zhang Jue followed her to the office, and several staff members were already sitting in their seats.

Their computers were not turned on, and they sat in front of the computers, motionless, like zombies.

For ordinary people, this scene was a bit scary, and it would be considered courageous not to pee in fear, but Zhang Jue was no one, not only was he not afraid, he even blocked the lady's eyes with his hands.

no response.

Zhang Jue started to be funny, making all kinds of weird and funny moves, and almost took off his pants.

Still no response.

Damn it!

Zhang Jue picked up a chair and slammed it on the lady—the table next to her.

There was a loud bang that made Zhang Jue's ears hurt, but neither the female staff nor her colleagues looked sideways, only staring at the computer that was not turned on.

You guys are ruthless!

This time Zhang Jue could finally confirm that their five senses had been completely closed, and it was estimated that even if he came here for a striptease, no one would bother him.

Although anything could happen in the dream, Zhang Jue always felt that something was wrong.

These people are too realistic, is this really a dream?

He pushed the lady away, sat down in front of the computer, and pressed the power button.

The computer turned on normally, and it displayed that a password was required. Zhang Jue entered 123456 without even thinking about it.

The password is correct, the computer freezes for a few seconds, and the desktop pops up.

Zhang Jue clicked on the calendar, and the time displayed on it was February 21, 2221.

He found the female employee's worklog (working daily) on the desktop, and the last entry was dated February 1, 2221—the day he crossed.

In other words, since that day, the world has been abnormal.

Zhang Jue thought for a while, opened the search engine, switched the language to Chinese, and searched for a name—that was the name of the former president of Mei Guo, who had just stepped down a few days ago when Zhang Jue traveled through time.

Sure enough, Zhang Jue saw the corresponding information.

Afterwards, he searched for all the domestic and foreign events he remembered, and without exception, all of them could be found.

Finally, he opened the map and located the address of his home.

What—the—fvck?!

Zhang Jue finally couldn't bear it anymore,

He cursed loudly.

What the hell is this dream, this is the world he lived in before he crossed over!

Now that the game is getting bigger, what happened here, how did it become like this?

It seems that the problem is not him, but the world.

If he hadn't crossed over, he would have probably turned into the same ghost like these people.

Half an hour later, Zhang Jue sat on a chair and sorted out his thoughts.

Some kind of mysterious event should have happened in this world.

He had just logged into several forums, and the time of the last reply on all the websites was infinitely close to 24 o'clock on February 1, 2221.

The calls to the fire department and the police were not answered, and no one responded to his posts.

At least for now, there is no 'living person' in the whole world, only those machines that do not require human intervention are still operating.

Zhang Jue only hated that he didn't study medicine, otherwise he could have dissected a big brother to see what's wrong with their bodies.

Of course, he also knew that even with the most advanced medical technology, the abnormality of these people probably could not be detected - this was more likely caused by some kind of mental interference.

Zhang Jue sat for a while, and decided to go out and look for other clues.

But at the moment he left, the phone at the front desk rang.

Ring ring ring—

The phone ringtone that I was used to, now it sounded so bleak and terrifying.

There was a phone call?

Is it because he called the police just now?

Without hesitation, Zhang Jue ran over and picked up the phone.

Hello? He doesn't know French, so he can only make up the numbers in English.

There was a long silence, but Zhang Jue didn't hang up the phone. He could hear the sound of panting on the other side.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, a young boy's childish voice sounded.

help me……

Chinese?

Zhang Jue was taken aback, and immediately said, Hi, who are you? Where are you?

Please, help me—

Bang bang bang - bang bang bang -

A loud noise sounded in his mind, the whole world began to shake, and the scene in front of him began to collapse.

Zhang Jue knew that he was about to wake up.

Where are you? How can I save you!

However, he couldn't hear the response over there.

...

Bang bang bang - bang bang bang -

There were quick knocks on the door one after another, and Yang Xue's voice came from outside the door.

Zhang Jue! Zhang Jue! Are you up yet?

Zhang Jue opened his eyes, and did not open the door immediately, but carefully recalled the dream just now—to be precise, it was not a dream at all, but a trip back to his original world.

He wanted to know what happened there.

Zhang Jue! Are you up yet?

Yang Xue's anxious voice sounded again, presumably something urgent happened.

Zhang Jue is currently living in SCP's staff dormitory. The conditions are not good, and anyone can come to him. The station manager Yang promised him a single-family villa, but he doesn't know when it will be fulfilled.

As soon as the door was opened, Yang Xue rushed in immediately, pulled him up and left: Quick, come with me!

What's the matter? Seeing her anxious expression, Zhang Jue was a little puzzled, thinking that my world was on the verge of destruction, and I was not as irritable as you.

Something happened! Yang Xue looked serious, and it seemed that the matter was indeed very difficult, Do you still remember the bottomless stairwell you mentioned?

Zhang Jue frowned slightly: SCP087? Isn't its entrance already sealed off?

Yang Xue shook her head, bit her lip and said, Its entrance has indeed been sealed, but...something seems to be coming out of it.