One Helluva Broken Day

The Foundation failed. As far as I'm aware, humanity is gone. Transformed by the light. The only reason I'm still alive is this power that some D-Class passed on to me right before he was pulled outside. Above me the voices of those I loved cry out for me to join them in the sun, and below remains whatever creatures the Foundation contained that were smart enough to NOT run outside when hell broke loose. Some of them don't even want to kill me anymore. Doesn't make us friends.All I have left is reading. Being the only person left I guess makes me the highest ranking Foundation member, and as such I have complete access to all files this facility has on the SCP's.So I read. Every SCP entry I can get my hands on, every note these researchers left, directives from the O5 Council that would normally be trapped with memetic kill agents that were now open to me, trying to figure out how to control this "Spiral Gestalt" through this journal that the D-Class left me, anything to distract me from the fact that all I'm doing is waiting for the end.So when some red skinned assholes appear out of nowhere complaining that one of MY books is somehow fucking with theirs, I may have overreacted a little.