My body is not my own
A half-life 2 fanfic by ArcticSniper117
My first fanfic, so don't slam me please. Rated T for some violence and swearing.
A story about a man named Rupert Grimm, who was living in Ravenholm, just before the combine shelled the town with headcrabs.
Chapter 1
The Beginning
It was just before noon and a beautiful Sunday for the city of Ravenholm. People were going to their jobs, Father Gregori was just finishing up a church service, and a select few were going to Black Mesa east. One man, Rupert Grimm, was going back to his house when suddenly he saw something in the sky. Combine? No, they never bothered here. But then he noticed it getting bigger. It was a missile!
"Oh god…" Rupert said to himself. "RUN!! THE COMBINE ARE SHELLING US WITH HEADCRABS!!" He yelled. Suddenly, all hell broke loose. People started running in all directions, yelling, panicking, and just screaming. Just then the object he saw in the air landed, Rupert felt something hit the back of his head, and everything went black.\
Father Gregori heard the sirens and instantly knew the day had arrived. He grabbed his Annabelle Shotgun, and ran outside. There was work to be done.
The instant Rupert woke up, he knew something was very, very, wrong. There was presence in his mind, something alien, something intrusive. Then he felt it. The hunger. It was like a black hole, a yawning, humongous gap that couldn't be filled but had too be. He tried to move, but his muscles wouldn't obey. He could, however, open his eyes, which he did.
Ravenholm was, for lack of better words, a hellhole. There was blood on the walls, and these things were wandering around. They looked like zombies, and he had a sickening sensation he was just like them. When he felt that feeling, he gave up all hope for salvation. He then, effectively, let the other take over, and retreated to a dark corner in his mind.
Well, what do you think? Please R&R but keep in mind it's my first Fanfic. This will continue if well received.