(this chapter will be quite short since I have few plans for this chapter! Have fun!)

Kara's pov

Life as a d-class was rough. I'd get pushed around by the guards a lot since I'm the youngest d-class yet. I stretched my limbs and went straight to bed since it was about 1 am.

I wake up from the guards outside my cell banging on it. "Hey! Tiny d-class. It's time for your first death test! Get out of there or we'll drag you out." one of the guards yelled. "I'm coming," I said getting up and walking over to the door of the cell. They think it's funny to call me tiny d-class since I'm the youngest even though I'm taller than some of the d-class! It's annoying at times. They also like scaring me by when I'm around calling tests with SCP's "death tests"...it's failed so far. They dragged me and three other d-class into SCP 173's containment cell. They handed me a bucket of soapy water, a mop, and a sponge before I entered since I was going to be cleaning the blood and other substances that would be in there. 'Great' i thought while taking the cleaning supplies, 'so I have to clean the blood and grime in the cell'. I silently sighed and walked into the room.

After a few minutes of cleaning I was almost done! I heard 3 sickening *CRACK*'s and I turned around and gasped out of fear, I started backing up against the wall. "This can't be happening, This can't be happening, This can't be happening, This can't be happening" I said over and over again, panicking quite a lot... Why? Because,

173 has killed the other 3 d-class. 

Meaning I was the only one left.