C3 First Meeting
On the 15th of July, Year 58 of the Meteorite Era, the sky was clear.
In a mountainous area in the north of the Antathira Union Government in the province of Ji, in the northern part of the country...
Fallen meteorite land.
Fallen meteorite Shelter No. 104.
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A mutated cockroach was crawling on the wall of the Shelter. It had not eaten for almost a month. It was starving. It was searching for the smell in the air, trying to catch a glimpse of the smell of food.
Oh, it smelled. It was a similar species, but it was a dead species.
It didn't matter. It didn't care.
The mutated cockroach spread its huge wings and flew towards the source of the smell. Yes, yes! It was flying in the right direction! The smell was getting stronger and stronger!
It had to hurry, or the precious food would be eaten by other predators.
The mutated cockroach finally landed on the skull of a dead person. It put away its wings. It seemed that the source of the smell was under this bone.
The skull was not big for it. Although it was a normal skull of an adult, it was not half as big as it was. It was easy to push it away.
The cockroach pushed the skull away before the other predators. It opened its mouth and revealed a mouthful of terrifying, green liquid. With a few bites, it tore open the back shell of the poor corpse. It used its thorny front claws to tear apart the wings of the corpse, revealing the meat and internal organs that could be eaten.
While the mutated cockroach was enjoying its meal, the other cockroaches also joined in the feast. In less than a minute, the body was completely eaten. When the other predators arrived, there was only a skeleton and an unpalatable shell left.
The fallout shelter returned to its peaceful state.
"I say, are we really going to do this?"
In the control center of the fallout shelter, two people were operating the computer in the hibernating pod while they talked to each other.
"Of course, why not? Why should we let these bastards sleep comfortably in the hibernating pods? Why should we create a new world for them? This is not fair!"
"Aren't the experiments we did enough? These are the last three hibernating pods. It won't affect us if we let them go..."
"Cut the crap. If you don't want to die, do as planned. And if you don't cause any trouble, you won't be able to get out."
"Alright..."
Two minutes later, the two of them completed their work and finally let out a sigh of relief.
"The mission is complete. We can prepare to evacuate..."
...
A sharp and crazy alarm sound broke the peace in the fallout shelter. The flickering red alarm light instantly illuminated the entire facility and woke up the mutated creatures that had fallen into hibernation. The first thing they did when they woke up was "feast!"
"ALARM! Fallout Shelter No.104 has been attacked by an unknown object! The hibernating pods have malfunctioned! Activate all the hibernating pods! All staff members, please guide the hibernators to evacuate this facility..."
The mutated creatures might not understand the function and content of the alarm, but there was one thing that was certain.
At the end of the facility, there was a smell of fresh food!
...
The reaction in the hibernating pod was different from the broadcast. In fact, only three hibernating pods that were close to the door opened one after another.
"Wow... Ugh..." In the first hibernating pod, a rough hand suddenly grabbed the wall of the hibernating pod. A man in a tight blue winter suit climbed out of the hibernating pod.
The man was about 175 cm tall. His strong muscles were exposed under the tight suit. His brown and messy hair and weathered face made him look like the God of War who had just woken up from a coffin. However, he was different from the God of War. The first thing he did when he climbed out of the hibernating pod was not stretching or moving, but holding the edge of the hibernating pod and vomiting.
His name was Moorer. In fact, he was 26 years old. Before he hibernated, he was a doctor. At the same time, he was very interested in mechanical engineering. Of course, all of this was just an appearance. In the dark side of the world, he was actually a special agent of the SCP Foundation. His real job was to "protect" an abnormal cat without attracting the attention of others.
"Meow... Wuu!"
Ah, speaking of it, it came. Not long after the second hibernating pod was opened, Moorer saw a black shadow jumping out of the hibernating pod. It ran around the hibernating pod for half a circle, and finally landed beside Moorer. It lowered its head and leaned close to Moorer's ear. It spoke in a female voice that only a twelve-year-old girl would make.
"Brother Moer, where are we?"
Yes, this was the abnormality that Moorer wanted to "protect". It was called "Meow Meow" and was a milk-fed female cat. It was only three years old, but it was different from other cats. The biggest feature of this cat was that it could speak and think. Other than that, it didn't have any other abnormalities. It was also because of this that it didn't even have a precise SCP number.
When the cat was discovered, it was living in the house of a girl called "Ryder. Maas." She was very close to her. The higher-ups of the Golden Foundation felt that it was a waste to create a shelter for such an unusually harmless cat, so they sent the primary agent, Moorer, into their lives to "protect" it.
After completing the mission, Moorer was able to blend into their lives and gain the trust of the two girls. However, Meow and "Ryder. Maas" were still in the dark. They did not know Moorer's true identity.
"I... I don't know either..." Moorer patted his groggy brain. He looked at his surroundings, then looked at the things he had been lying on for decades. Finally, he remembered.
"Ah... This is Shelter 104. We saved up enough money a week before the meteorite landed to live here. Do you remember?"
Meow was lying on Moorer's shoulder and closed its eyes to carefully recall the situation. It finally remembered the situation at that time. It opened its bright, coffee-colored eyes and nodded at Moorer.
"Good child..." Moorer gently stroked Meow with his left hand. Meow let out a comfortable grumble.
The third hibernating pod was opened. Moorer and Meow thought that it was Sister Ryder, but it was a person they had never seen before.
A young handsome man crawled out of the hibernating pod. He was different from the weather-beaten, violently beautiful Moorer. The man had a head full of gray hair and was about 1.7 meters tall. His snow-white face revealed a mysterious coldness, and his light gray eyes revealed the calmness that should not be present at his age.
This boy was called Payson. He was only sixteen years old, but the expression in his eyes was something that even Moorer could not see through. Different from Moorer's appearance in a daze, Payson did not have any negative reactions. He just looked around expressionlessly, and even ignored the greetings from Moorer and the others in front of him.
Meow was a cat that hoped to be noticed by others. It was a little annoyed that it was ignored when it noticed that it had just greeted someone. It jumped lightly and landed next to Payson. It said with dissatisfaction in its voice.
"Hey! Didn't you see us greeting each other just now?"
If it was anyone else, they would have been scared to death when they saw a cat talking. However, Payson reacted differently from Meow Meow's prediction. He only stayed silent for a moment before saying, "Oh, hello."
On the other side, Moorer was not in the mood to care about the dispute between Meow Meow and Payson. His mind had already become completely clear. He climbed down the hibernating pod and walked towards the sealed door of the hibernation room. He heard the broadcast and the alarm outside.
"Strange... The broadcast said that the hibernating pods are all open, but why are only the three of us opening it?"
At this moment, Moorer heard a rustling sound from above his head. He subconsciously raised his head and saw a cockroach that was a size bigger than Meow Meow sticking to the ceiling, looking up at him.
