Log begins approximately 1.5 kilometers from the settlement of interest. Four members of Lambda-12 are pursuing a pregnant instance of SCP-2810-1 in the form of an Indochinese tiger. L1 is equipped with a flamethrower; L2 with a net launcher; L3 with a tranquilizer rifle; L4 with a standard-issue light machine gun. As the team tracks the instance through the jungle, they observe several organisms watching them, though none of the organisms appear to be infected.

Approximately 0.25 km from the settlement, Lambda-12 spots the 2810-1 instance grooming itself and moves in. L3 takes aim at the tiger and fires; however, at the same moment the tiger stretches itself out and avoids the dart, which strikes a tree. At the sound, the tiger flees.

L3: Motherfuck!

L1: Oi! Shhh!

L2: No point, boss. Damned thing was off like a light.

L3 sighs.

L3: Alright. Let's track it down again.

L1: Good man. C'mon lads, let's bag us a tiger.

L2 takes point, examining the instance's tracks and leading the group deeper into the jungle as they pursue. As the jungle recedes and the first few houses in the settlement come into view, the group's audio recording equipment begins to pick up a buzzing sound .

L3: A town! I thought you said this place was all jungle?

L1: Wasn't on any of my maps, that's for sure. Say. Any of you boys hear that?

L2: Hear what?

L4: That buzzing sound?

L1: Yeah. Hrm. Wonder what that is.

L2: Whaddya know. I hear it too.

L3: Mmm… sounds like mosquitoes.

L3 slaps his left arm.

L3: Yep. Mosquitoes. Sounds like there's a lotta the fuckers too.

L1: Right. Safeties on. Weapons down. Don't want to scare the locals, eh? We oughta ask about the tiger. Looks like it ran through here.

Lambda-12 proceeds further into the settlement. As they do so, it becomes increasingly evident that the area has been abandoned. No signs of life are present, save the grassy vegetation between the homes in the settlement. All homes are covered in copious quantities of mosquito netting made from natural materials.

L2: Hm. Doesn't look like anyone's been here since 'Nam.

L3: We're in 'Nam, dumbass.

L2: I mean the Vietnam War, Cooter.

L1: Focus! Where is everyone?

L4 stops suddenly and looks down. At his feet is a pair of skeletons; one is child-sized and laid out so that it overlaps the arms of the other skeleton.

L4: Right here.

L2: Jeee-zus.

L2 kneels down and examines the skeletons.

L2: Looks like a mama and her kid. She was running away from something and tripped - but their bones are untouched. An animal didn't do this…

L4: Hey - you know what? Where are all the animals? All I can hear are mosquitoes.

L2: …so what did? No tracks either. Just the tiger - and that thing looks to have gotten the hell out of dodge.

L1: What're you thinking?

L3: I'm thinking that the animals 'round here are staying out for a reason.

L1: Lads. Take a look at that.



L1 points towards the center of the village, before dropping his arm to slap the other. The rest of Lambda-12 follows his gaze and spots a large crater in the center of the village. L2 looks back at the skeletons.

L2: Maybe a bomb?

L4: Not much of a bomb, eh? Place looks fine.

L3: Dud maybe?

L4: Should we check it out? Christ, what is with all these mosquitoes suddenly?

L3: Tell me about it.

L1: Let's take a look. Tracks lead in that direction anyways.

The group moves towards the crater. Noticeably, each member is slapping or scratching their own limbs despite no mosquitoes being present. As the group approaches the mortar, the buzzing sound becomes louder. As they near the crater, the vegetation thins and the ground becomes progressively more cracked. When the group reaches the rim of the crater, they look down at it.

At the bottom of the crater is a large mortar shell bearing US Army markings with an abnormal shape: the mortar is shaped cylindrically, though its sides taper towards the top, and there is a bevel at the bottom. There is an opened hatch on the side of the mortar.

L4: That ain't ominous at all.

L1: Knock it off. I'll go down there and check it out. You three keep an eye out for anything… weird.

L1 slides down the crater and approaches the mortar. He examines the hatch and reaches into it, pulling out a magnetic tape.

L1: What the hell is this?

L3: Uh, boss? I, uh - look up.

L1 looks up. The sky is clear, and no abnormalities appear present.

L2: Bloody hell.

L2: Run!

L1 scrambles up the crater; he is helped up by L2 and the group proceeds to flee from the crater, dropping their weapons in the process. It is unclear what they are fleeing from, as the camera recordings do not show anything abnormal. However, all members of Lambda-12 are repeatedly slapping themselves all over their bodies.

L1: Into that hut!

Lambda-12 flees towards a nearby home, ducking under the mosquito netting and forcing their way into the home.

L1: Alright - what the bloody hell was that?

L4: A billion fuckin' mosquitoes. Holy fuck.

L2: Jesus. The goddamn sky was black.

L3: You think it was that bomb?

L1: If anyone could create this cockup of a place it would be the Yanks. Right. Focus. How do we get out of here? Look around, see what you can find.

L2: I reckon we could cover ourselves in the mosquito nets and get outta here.

L1: Sharp thinking. Right, see if you can find some around here.

L3 moves towards the rear of the hut and comes across a bed covered in mosquito netting. There are a pair of skeletons lying on the bed, covered in netting. L4 comes up besides him.

L3: Christ. Whaddya think happened to these two?

L4: Starved, I bet. C'mon. Help me with this netting.

L3: Poor bastards. Why didn't they just use the nets? Just get the fuck out of here?

L4: Maybe they didn't want to leave their homes, ya know?

L4 slaps his arm. He and L3 look at each other.

L4: Oh fuck.

L3: Boss! We gotta go! They're getting in!

L1 and L2 approach, slapping their arms.

L1: I can see that. Right lads. Into the nets.

L1 and L2 drape themselves in mosquito nettings, while L3 and L4 do the same.

L3: Should we like, go back for our guns?

L1: Do you want to?

L3: No.

L1: There's your answer. On the count of three, we rush out the house and out the village. Keep running. Don't stop. Don't slow down or slap at the buggers. Just keep running. Got it?

L2: Got it.

L3: Got it.

L4: Got it.

L1: Good men. Okay. One. Two. Three -

On the count of three, L1 pushes the door open and breaks into a sprint, followed closely by the rest of Lambda-12. Although the camera recording from this point suffers from heavy motion blur, no mosquitoes are visible, and the sky is clear. Despite this, each member of the task force reacts as if being attacked by a large quantity of mosquitoes. This behavior persists as the task force exits the boundary of the village and for approximately half a kilometer into the jungle. Once the task force is two kilometers from the village, Lambda-12 calls for extraction. Log ends.