The Laceration Mutation | SCP-835

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[suspenseful music] Darkness. Movement sensed as if from a great distance. I claw back to consciousness lazily, groggily. Maybe not so much clawing back as being shoved along toward it, like I'm in a loose pile of limbs being pushed by a giant broom. Light comes slowly into fuzzy view. My most recent memories surface, bringing with them fear, panic, and physical distress. I was in a lab wearing a hazmat suit, studying a viscous liquid. To prevent confirmation bias, I had no idea where the liquid had come from. I was to run tests on it to determine its components and properties. Having just finished recording my initial findings after looking at a sample through a microscope, I was transporting a beaker of the liquid to a different lab area for testing. Then the containment breach started, or an attack. I'm not sure which. The lab's wall lurched toward me as a blast rocked the facility. Equipment crashed into me, knocking me down. I dropped the beaker as I fell. As I crawled toward the door, the floor shook, lights sparked, and more lab equipment toppled, exploding like miniature bombs around me. I tried to escape the lab to reach the nearest bunker, like the protocols dictate. Crawling through shattered glass, I was vaguely aware that my suit had ripped at the right knee. As I neared the door,