An Overwhelming Rage

I had been walking aimlessly for days. Eventually, I see a group of people. I start to ask them for help, but I realize that... I probably look like a monster. One of them screams: "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" Before they all start to run. Suddenly, I get this uncontrollable rage. I start to scream and cover my face. After screaming for a few moments, I run towards them. Somehow, I knew exactly where they were. One by one, I tore their heads off, ripped their hearts out, and killed them in many other brutal ways. Then, my rage is replaced by hunger, and I eat their corpses. What the hell is wrong with me? I just killed and ate several innocent people! I get into a fetal position and start crying.

I was reading my rejected containment proposal for SCP-1529. A message from the O5 Council was written on the back. "With all due respect, Lieutenant Chambers, you're better suited as an MTF Member, like your father, than a scientist. There's a reason we have separate divisions. Not to say that your idea is horrible. In fact, it is actually rather intelligent. We just don't see any possibility of it working." I sigh. I suppose they're right. After all, dad trained me specifically to be the next General of Epsilon-11, in case of his passing. I just wish I was able to do more.

I was wandering a mountain. At this point, I didn't even know which one. Suddenly, I see a military-looking helicopter land a good distance away from me. Maybe a hundred or two hundred feet. Men, who look to be soldiers, hop out of the helicopter, and aim their guns at me. I tried to yell: "DON'T LOOK AT ME!" But no words came out. I start to scream, as I cover my face, yet again. Eventually, the rage takes over, and I run towards them. They shot their guns at me, but... nothing. How the hell am I still alive? They must've unloaded everything they had on me. Unfortunately, it was the last thing they ever did. Because I killed them and ate their corpses, just like I did with those other people. I get into the fetal position, and start to cry, yet again. I just want this nightmare to be over. All I wanted to do was find my friends.

Eventually, I hear a man talking from behind me. "Okay, and... Got it!" He says, as a bag gets placed over my head. I wish I could talk, so I could thank him over and over. Even though, he's probably just doing his job. I'm just glad that no one can see my face now.