A dry well?
No problem for someone with an IQ over 140.
Luo Shu's only concern was time.
He flipped to Page 23 of the Anomalous Project Encyclopedia—SCP-109 (Infinite Water Bottle).
"Stellar Water" gushed into the well.
But too slowly.
At this rate, filling the two-meter-deep pit would take ten minutes.
And if the well had some sadistic "inlet fills 5L per minute, outlet drains 3L" math problem? Even longer.
How much time left?
Less than a minute.
The water barely reached 20 cm. Even lying flat, Luo Shu wouldn't be fully submerged.
Behind him, the survivors hesitated.
Too traumatized by zombies to approach.
One whispered: "Should we follow him?"
Another: "He didn't tell us to. What if it's dangerous?"
A third: "But who'll protect us if we don't?"
They lingered ten meters back, debating.
Luo Shu ignored them. Speed was the priority.
He flipped back to Page 10—SCP-387 (Living Lego).
Replication.
Now the water doubled exponentially, rising past one meter in seconds.
Then—Bearded Jack's final transmission:
"I see it… falling… Luo Shu… good luck."
The bomb was detonating.
Luo Shu leaped into the well, yelling: "GET IN HERE NOW!"
He submerged, holding his breath.
One minute later:
A deafening boom shook the ground.
Silence followed.
Luo Shu surfaced.
The survivors lay scattered on the tunnel floor, eyes wide, faces frozen in terror.
Neutron radiation had claimed them all.
"Sorry."
But not guilty.
They chose hesitation. I chose survival.
He checked his wrist terminal. "Jack? You there?"
Static.
Climbing out, Luo Shu found the streets littered with fallen zombies.
Neutron radiation—indiscriminate annihilation.
The blue barrier still loomed overhead.
Then—MTF teams emerged from Site-19, clad in hazmat suits.
They deployed a biometric radar, scanning the city.
A few red dots flickered on the display—scattered survivors.
The commander radioed: "Phase One complete. Minimal hostiles remain."
Site-19's Director responded: "Proceed to Phase Two."
Unaware, Luo Shu wandered the desolate streets.
The barrier remained sealed.
Returning to Site-19?
After the Foundation's ruthless purge, the thought repulsed him.
"Why not try harder? Save who you can."
But he knew the calculus:
Efficiency. Containment. Minimal risk.
"I get it. Still hate it."
Then—
The barrier's apex split open.
A second helicopter descended, carrying another conical payload.
"Double tap?!"
Luo Shu sprinted for the sewers.
Too late.
A second blast echoed.
He collapsed.
So did every other survivor.