Little White Goose

[Special Containment Procedures] 
Calamity neared, and a special Containment Subject known as "Bonfire Company" awoke from its slumber, sending out invitation after invitation to join its ranks—
"When The Night comes, there ought to be someone to light a fire, to illuminate in all directions."
At the same time, it also brought forth a prophecy.
In the year 2044, at the end of a year, a dark disaster would descend from the heavens.

SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire

Nightfall, at the location of a food warehouse in the castle, guarded by many soldiers, several of the sentries couldn't help but yawn from sleepiness and fatigue, as one leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.


"Don't sleep! Or you might be beheaded..."


"I, I just dozed off for a moment, it's okay..."


Another sentry, holding a spear, spoke listlessly, "And who knows if what that big shot said about everything getting better in just one more day is actually true..."


During the day when the battle was raging it wasn't so bad, but as night deepened and all was quiet, waves of exhaustion would hit, making it terribly hard to stay awake.


"I'm not sure, but I'm a bit hungry rather than sleepy..."


The soldier, embracing his spear and closing his eyes, suddenly felt his stomach churn, giving off a loud rumbling protest.


Following this sound of hunger, another soldier's stomach began to rumble too.


Chapter 68: Figure in the Mist_1