SCP-2807

Some fragments of Foundation records were recovered from the sealed wings.

….the current batch of D-class is progressing on target. The use of SCP-████ has allowed us to accelerate the process by 60%, with minimal side effects. It should also resolve the quality control issues we had last batch with aggression and resilience, which was probably just an unintended consequence of using prisoners of war. This current batch is mostly political and religious prisoners - they should prove to be more malleable and easier to mold for our purposes. As for the progre….

….t's been a mess here at Site-04 the past couple of days. Retraining Chamber A was out of commission this week - some of the candidates attacked staff and had to be neutralized. We've carried out Protocol Makron to maintain order. We're safe, but there's a mountain of corpses in Wing-19, and it's going to take a couple days for the crematorium to get through them. Otherwise, things are running smoo…

…looks like they're shuttering this place for good. We'll keep a small detachment here for the storage of a couple anomalies, but the R&D department came up with something that obviates the need for this kind of process. They've dubbed it an 'amnestic'. It's gone through trials and seems to do exactly what we need it to do. Sites ██, ██, ██, ██, and ours are all closing. We'll be reassigned to new posts at the end of this month. Remaining batches in progress should dosed with these new 'amnestics' and set to projects as normal in lieu of completing the regimen. We've also noticed a couple irregula…

Aside from Foundation records, several notes, likely made by D-class occupants, were found either in hidden notebooks or in graffiti carved into cell and holding chamber walls.

A woman hugged me and cried today. I do not understand why.

Everything I knew was wrong - everything I was told was a lie.

I thought I saw hell at Borodino, but at least I understood what happened there. This defies explanation. Barbarism knows no bounds.

I can't… can't remember my name. Who am I? Why is this happening?

Walls are windows. They can see everything.

I've been here six and thirty weeks. There is no end in sight. Meredith, if you find this, know that I never stopped loving you.

I'm not getting out. I know that much. They'll shoot us dead or feed us to that thing before we make it out. Maybe someone might find this in the future, so that this never has to happen again, and if whatever monsters keep us here try to cover this up, this will stand as proof. My name is Francis Bright, I am - or at least was - a Union surgeon in the civil war between the northern and southern states in the United States of America. I was captured in the aftermath of the battle outside Chickamauga. From there, I was sent to the Andersonville prison. There, I was starved, sickened, and I witnessed the death of many of my comrades in arms from scurvy and dysentery. Our water supply was frequently filled with human waste.

From there, I was shipped across the ocean to this godforsaken place. In Andersonville - as hellish as it was - the problems were ones of logistics. The rebels were out of food, so we had nothing to eat. Our suffering was caused by lack of supply and incompetence, not malice. Here - the facilities are clean, there's plenty to eat - but they choose not to utilize that to our benefit. The guards and staff are well-fed, but we get a small piece of bread, and small amount of water per day. Prisoners that get sick are only treated if they feel it necessary. There are eight of us per room in rooms hardly fit for two. We fall asleep every night and wake every morning to the sound of human suffering. There are no natural light sources - we can hardly tell from one day to the next. They'll take ten prisoners, kill two, and grind them into paste. They'll take the other eight and torture and beat them into submission. Sometimes, people go into these torture sessions - and come out different. Like they forgot who they were, what this is, and what kind of hell they're living in. They're usually pretty quickly moved away from the site too. This place was made to break us. For what purpose, I do not know.

Anyone that tries to stand up to them is swiftly whisked away, never to be seen again. I don't know what's going on here, or why, and I don't think I'm going to get the opportunity to do so anytime soon. I'll try to keep adding more to this note - but I may be killed or changed without warning. If you find this note - please, stop whoever is doing this. If they are gone, make sure this never happens again.