Following Event-Alpha, Site-07 staff performed a survey and found that the west exit to the surface-level facilities had collapsed. All staff on the surface level were considered lost, including Site-07 Director Levine. The eastern emergency exit stairwell to Sublevels A/B was found to lead to the surface as intended but no longer to the surface of Earth. Survey of SCP-4712-B was organized within hours, led by MTF-Beta-777 personnel.

Exploratory Log – 1957-09-05:

Three members of MTF-Beta-777 were on site during Event-Alpha. Captain Bill McRenolds (thaumatologist Class-B), Lieutenant Kate Samira (thaumatologist Class-A), and Corporal Peter Pyun formed an exploratory party to survey SCP-4712-B. Pyun was equipped with a prototype high-capacity film camera, mounted to his shoulder. Recordings were recovered by MTF personnel upon discovery of SCP-4712.

[Weather patterns were observed at constant light precipitation and hazy fog, with no observable negative effects after sustained exposure. No break in cloud cover was ever noted during the 26-hour expedition.]

McRenolds: Remember, there’s no backup out here. We won’t even have radio contact with the staff at Site-07.

Samira: Sir, we’re aware we’re on our own.

McRenolds: Alright, let’s see where we are.

[15 minutes pass with MTF personnel progressing through forested landscape. Flora observed matches species known to the Pacific Northwest region of the United States. Fog regularly flows between trees covered in moss with heavy undergrowth. No evidence of habitation is obvious.]

McRenolds: Lieutenant, you feeling anything out of the ordinary?

Samira: You too, sir?

Pyun: Feel what?

McRenolds: There’s been this… pressure? All during the hike. Like someone was doing a ritual right next to us.

Samira: Yeah, all this ambient thaumaturgical energy is giving me a headache.

McRenolds: Nothing to do about it now, let’s just keep an eye on it.

Pyun: [Indicating their surroundings.] These trees look natural enough, maybe we’ve just moved?

McRenolds: Looks like Oregon to me.

Samira: Sir, do they have those in Oregon? [Samira points at an instance of SCP-4712-1].

McRenolds: They sure as shit don’t.

[Instance of SCP-4712-1 is approximately 1 meter in diameter; spontaneously forms pseudopods to pull itself forward along the ground and leaving a viscous brown liquid in its wake.]

[A shadow darkens the area around the -1 instance. A large instance of SCP-4712-2 dives among the trees and sinks a long black beak into the -1 instance.]

Pyun: Fuck!

[Approximately five minutes of jumbled recording, camera primarily pointed at the ground. Audio contains only labored breathing.]

Pyun: What the fuck was that?

McRenolds: [Bent over at the knees, breathing raggedly] I have no idea, corporal. Any sign of that thing following us, Samira?

Samira: I don't see anything, but then that thing came out of nowhere.

McRenolds: Ok, the situation is the same as before but now we need to keep our eyes on the air as well as the ground. Let's move out.

[2 hours pass with the party traversing a forested landscape. Several instances of -1 and -2 are observed, but the party maintains a safe distance.]

Samira: 11:00 o’clock. [Samira is pointing at a small group of humanoids , wandering through the trees and approaching the party.]

McRenolds: Careful, we don’t know shit about these people.

Pyun: They don’t got eyes.

Samira: They’re coming right at us.

McRenolds: Don’t fire unless they make the first move, they could be friendlies.

[All three MTF personnel raise their rifles as the humanoids approach the party.]

McRenolds: Just hold up; we don’t want any trouble.

[One of the SCP-4712-3 instances tenses and begins to sniff at the air, followed shortly by the remainder of the group. Then, all 6 SCP-4712-3 instances start wailing and gnashing their teeth as they begin to rush towards MTF personnel.]

[All three open fire with their carbines, quickly terminating three of the instances. The remaining three instances split up and circle the party, with three more appearing from the trees approximately 15 meters away.]

[Not noticing one of the new instances, Samira is attacked in close quarters but she raises the butt of her carbine in time to shield from the instance’s teeth. Pyun fires a round into the instance’s center mass and it falls. Samira, McRenolds and Pyun open fire on the remaining SCP-4712-3 instances. All but one fall, as Pyun misses a shot. McRenolds is tackled to the ground, his carbine wedged between the open jaws of the remaining -3 instance. Samira strikes the humanoid in the back of the skull twice with the butt of her carbine, before it succumbs.]

Samira: What the hell is wrong with this place?

Pyun: Everything is trying to kill us, but also each other. And what the hell happened to their eyes?

McRenolds: [Cleaning saliva from his carbine and checking the functionality of his weapon.] Looks like they never had eyes to begin with.

Samira: God, you’re right. Its just skin grown over where their eyes should be.

Pyun: Captain, I think we should go back.

McRenolds: Negative. We’re all that’s available to survey the area. Bunch of doctors and janitorial staff wouldn’t last ten minutes out here. Come on, we’ve got ground to cover.

[The party moves on but does not speak much in the following hours. Footage shows an instance of SCP-4712-2 being torn apart by over instances of SCP-4712-3. McRenolds and company hid in the foliage while this event occurred. The wings of the -2 instance are severely damaged by an unseen event, but the instance resists the humanoids fiercely. The altercation takes over twenty minutes, with the humanoids tearing at the flesh of the -2 instance with their bare hands and teeth. After approximately ten minutes, the camera shakes and points towards the ground; Pyun can be heard vomiting quietly.]

[The MTF personnel wait while the surviving humanoids leave the area before moving on. During the following 2-hour period, increasing numbers of SCP-4712-3 are observed shadowing the party but do not approach. SCP-4712-2 instances are seen circling the party from the air.]

Pyun: Clearing ahead. Looks like some structures. Thank god, these trees are making me feel nuts.

McRenolds: Will you look at that?

[In the center of a large clearing, the ruins of several buildings stand arrayed like a small urban center. Significant plant growth among the buildings is noted, potentially indicating an advanced state of disuse. No movement is visible in the ruins. The MTF personnel approach at a brisk pace. The camera shifts view back to tree line, several dozen instances of SCP-4712-3 are visible among the trees. Several of the humanoids are holding down another while they assault it. Before the camera returns to face the structures, one humanoid is seen burying its face in the torso of another. The motion of the humanoid's jaw indicates chewing.]

[Architecture and technology noticeable in the structures are equivalent to mid-20th century. Unrecognizable 6-wheeled vehicles dot the streets, but are in an advanced state of oxidation. Examination of the mechanisms reveals technology similar to basic combustion engines but with unrecognizable design elements.]

Samira: Jesus, there are bodies all over the place.

McRenolds: Yeah but look how few there are.

Pyun: Fuck, Captain. Looks like a helluva lot to me.

McRenolds: No, look at the buildings. That apartment building must have 50 units, and that’s on the smaller end. There aren’t enough people. Probably not even 20% of the bodies you would expect.

Pyun: What are you saying?

McRenolds: That a lot of people walked away from whatever made all these bodies. Wasn’t nuclear detonation or another extinction event. I’m saying there were a lot of survivors.

Samira: What happened to these people?

[McRenolds looks in through an open doorway at two skeletal remains.]

McRenolds: I don't know. But something's different here.

Pyun: Different in that we're seeing the way a world ended?

McRenolds: No, smart ass.

McRenolds: [Looking towards Samira] Can you feel the pressure?

Samira: No, not anymore.

Pyun: What changed?

McRenolds: No idea, but it just stopped the minute we got into these ruins. Like there's nothing here it’s interested in.

Pyun: You make it sound alive, sir.

McRenolds: Maybe, I don't know. But that sorta energy doesn't just come from nothing. Thaumaturgy is made by intent.

Samira: Well, whatever the reason, I'm glad it’s gone. Was really giving me a headache.

McRenolds: Unfortunately we have to hike back through that, so let’s take 15.

Pyun: Cap, we’re running out of

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