After learning what they wanted from me, the Foundation let me go. They, the doctor who interviewed me, told me that my family was hurt and that I couldn't see them anymore. They then sent me to live with family I had down in the States.
My uncle, who probably had some fake story fed to him, took me in and became my new caretaker. He was a nice man, but the two of us had never really met before, so we were distant from one another.
I didn't mind. The alone time he gave me allowed me to properly organize my thoughts and new memories. Using the allowance he gave me, I bought a few journals for myself and wrote down what I remembered about different SCPs and GOIs. I hid the journals away in a box in my closet. Having considered what I knew of the Foundation, I knew there would be a real problem if those notes were ever found, but I was terrified of forgetting any of that information. What if I encountered another SCP? What would I do if I didn't remember how they worked? Having those notes in my mind would definitely save me a lot of deaths in the future.
After that, it was mostly smooth sailing for me. I was enrolled in a new school and met new people. It was different, but I slowly got used to it. While there were quite a lot of SCPs out there, most were contained in some way, and the chance of me encountering another was, in my mind, almost 0.
Using the information I had gained, it wasn't hard to skip a few grades. I got through my schooling well, and while making friends with kids years older than me was difficult, I managed without them just as well.
I finished High School at 16 and was in college soon after that. I eventually chose to go into the medical field. While I could come back to life after death, I could still be stuck with grievous injuries that would be a pain if I didn't know how to deal with them. I majored in Biology and completed my pre-med requirements. After earning my MD, becoming a Doctor of Medicine, I then went into a residency in Emergency Medicine. Following that, I went into a wilderness medicine fellowship for a year before completing numerous courses to earn different certifications.
At 28, I finally came out schooling and began work. Taking ER shifts and then working in a contract with Yosemite as a wilderness physician. While work was hard and grueling, with ER shifts often lasting 10-12 hours. It was rewarding in a sense. Time off wasn't hard to come by, and life was going well.
My connection with my uncle was just as strained as when I was in his home. While we called occasionally, those calls were few and far between and only lasted for a few minutes at most. I was grateful to him for taking me under his wing after my parents' death, but that by no means made us close. It was better that way.
One summer when I was 30 years old, I was called in to help after a family was apparently attacked by deer. It wasn't long until I found out that deer were far from the most dangerous thing there.
Along with the family was a young boy who was apparently a ontokenetic being, or a Type Green, or a reality bender, whatever you want to call it. The boy likely either didn't know he had the ability or was self-containing his own abilities, but once his family was attacked, he accidentally manifested his power. While he did kill the deer, he also killed his parents, who were right next to the deer. This only made him more upset, leading to the entire area essentially being twisted.
I was far from being spared, mind you. My entire group and I were slaughtered the moment we first arrived at the scene. It took a few deaths before I escaped immediate termination. Of course, I had opted to abandon my team for this. I had long since learned that it was the best way to do things when it came to anomalies.
To describe this experience would be nearly impossible for me. My perspective was upside down. It was as if gravity had flipped. Yet, I still had places to walk was the trees had been bent and twisted into a floor. Their branches were stripped of leaves and became viscous spikes that shot out whenever something came close.
The closer I got to the epicenter of the mess, the fleshier the area became. Bark and wood turned to meat and guts as the floor turned from tree to deer. Their heads floated through the air like the DVD logo.
I moved forward at a quick pace, stepping around protruding legs and hooves. As the boy came into sight, my world went dark as one of the floating deer heads shot out at me like a bullet. My head exploded from the sheer force.
Again, I moved forward more quickly this time. Again, I died, the trees and deer becoming more aggressive this time.
Next, I advanced slowly. One step at a time on the fur-lined guts below me. The branches and heads moved slowly as well, matching my pace. Carefully, I approached the young boy. He was crouched on the group, curled up with tears pouring down his face. He was babbling incoherently. I didn't think he was any older than 5. As I got closer to him, I noticed that the fur on the ground had faces protruding out of it. His family, no doubt.
Carefully stepping around the faces, I crouched down beside him. Gently I wrapped my arms around him and cradled him against my chest. He clung to me tightly, bawling his eyes out. My one arm wrapped around the back of his head, my hand gently cupping his chin, while my other arm wrapped around his shoulders, holding them tightly. With careful force, I pulled my arm around quickly.
My head exploded not a moment later.
"Too slow..."
I muttered into the air as I went right back to him. Retracing my steps and behaviors from the last death, I made it right to his side again. Except this time, I cradled him against me longer. Waited and waited for his guard to slip and fall. Slowly, his crying died down, and he fell asleep in my arms. The stress of the situation finally getting to him. With a twist of my arms, he was dead. His neck snapped.
The world seemed to snap back to normal as I tumbled onto grass, his body landing limply beside me. Looking around the mutilated remains of his family, the deer, and my team were everywhere. All over the trees, the grass, falling from the sky. It was disgusting.
It wasn't long after I got up when the helicopters came. A familiar symbol on their chassis.