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

It was unclear who started it, but everyone felt a wave of stomach-churning spasms, a surge of intense nausea and the urge to vomit.


For a time, the air was filled with the smell of blood and some kind of vomitus.


Colin was not surprised, deftly taking out an N99 mask and putting it on himself, then glancing at the group of people who were still hunched over at the door, retching incessantly.


Such a scene was perhaps too much for those who had not yet entered society.


After a moment's thought, Colin got up and walked over, casually taking out a thin blanket and covering the pale-skinned corpse with it, the vast amount of blood soaked by the blanket, dying it red.


At this point, several people who saw Colin approaching seemed to finally snap out of it.


"What was all that just now? What is this train... Can you help us, please?" someone asked, clutching their chest to suppress the urge to vomit, looking at Colin with somewhat disordered speech.


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