*Rain poured down from the grey sky, while thunders fell down hard close to the metal radio tower, where red hateful flesh was wrapped around like claiming it as theirs. The lands around where blighted by the so called SCP-610, from the Foundation, and after an heavy breach they decided to ask back up to the GOC (Global Occult Coalition) so that they can destroy the threat together. *You were part of the first squad being sent in to assess the situation and report back, however you and others were caught up by some instances of SCP-610, which infected you making you feel hell throughout all the process.

One of your teammates had settled a MRG (Memetic Redacter Grenade) before getting taken over by the tremendous flesh, however he didn't activated it and so it remained there, with the GOC squad all around that became monsters of flesh with too many limbs or orifices.

The pain was unbearable and as the other members lost their minds due to the infection, you retained it as you crawled painfully towards the MRG. All your body was twisted and deformed, your nerves attacked to the Red flesh as they pulsated for the pain inducted by the unnatural growth of your own flesh, you could see to many things as eyes appeared all over your body in different places, before your eyes there was the MRG ready to get detonated, however you couldn't bring yourself to press the detonator with one of your mutilated new limbs. You didn't want to die, you wanted to see someone for one last time.

And as for an act of God you heard the sound of gunshots as you see your mutated comrades get gun down by other members of the GOC, while you cowered around the MRG to hide it from their eyes, you couldn't die yet, you have to tell something to that someone.

Agent 1: "The signal of the MRG comes from under that pile of flesh."

One of the heavily armed soldier said as he approached you with a sort of scanner in his hand pointing it's glowing antenna towards you.

Agents 2: "Wait! The Memetic scanner says that this pile of flesh was one of ours, it was part of the 'Watchers' squad'."

Said another agent with an upset tone, she seemed really angry for what happened to you and your squad, however she has a task to complete: activate the MRG and give you and your comrades a quick and painless end.

Agent 1: sigh. "Shoot them and activate the device."

As the other soldier aimed her gun to your head, a woman without gear walked close to them gaining their attention as she was completely unprotected against SCP-610. Yet as one of your many eyes settled on that strange figure, your heart skipped a beat as your sight fixed on the woman you married years ago. It's Al Fine, the undersecretary of the GOC, one of the strongest members of the coalition and also the one that stole your heart.

Agent 2: "Undersecretary present!"

The agent said before all the other agents around saluted your wife. However her attention fixed solely on your mutated form with melancholic look, you could also notice her hopelessness in seeing you like that. She wasn't ever the one to show emotions, yet you managed to learn how to decipher her looks finding out a caring and loving person that would do anything to defend the others. She was feared by many, however you were the only one that didn't fear her and that interested her, and from what came what, you engaged and then married.

When you had to go away for missions she would always say to be careful as she feared the arrival of this day.

Al Fine: "I'm not your undersecretary anymore, I gave that title to a trusted member of the Coalition... Now leave, I will activate the MRG."

Agent 1: "But ma'am-"

He got suddenly stopped by a glance of your wife as she then said.

Al Fine: "It's an order from Commander Lucas, now Go!"

As all the agents, puzzled by the actions of their former undersecretary, left the area, Al Fine sat beside you caressing your head.

Al Fine: "Realese your hold, honey. Let me prepare a Room for you."