The Hobo

Through out the series of Half Life 2, Gordon has seen many corpses, that all look the same. You know the ones, the men, with no face, eyes, lips or noses. And they bare a Blue shirt, stained with brown and old blood. You may think that they are just rotten bodys, but they are not. I'm here to tell you, they are not. In fact, one day, Gordon Met a live one, well, kind of.

The hour is late, around 5:30, and Gordon has just broken through one of the Combine walls in City 17. And he proceded up the stairs, and into the other building. Now, for the player, he begins to load into the next section. But for Gordon, he now must wait. While he was waiting, he tries one of the Doors. It was unlocked, and he entered. When he does he is greeted by quite a sight. Laying on the floor, was one of the corpses like many, but it was breathing. The shallow rising and falling of the chest showed so. Around the corpse, several dead Metro Police lay dead, blood oozing from their helmets, which are rittled with dents and scratches. And most of the glass on their helmets were shattered, as though they'd all suffered major blunt force trauma. But one of them still kicked and gagged on his blood, and on closer inspection, Gordon saw he had a large teir in his throat. Soon he choked and gagged, and then moved and gurgled no more. Gordon looked now back at the Corpse, who now looked at him. Now that his head was more raised, it gave him a better look at the thing that stared at him now.

It was riddled with bullet holes, 16 of them, atleast. And all of them were fresh and bleeding, but it made no notice of them. Instead it looked on at Gordon, and then spoke,

"Who are you?"

Ofcourse Gordon didn't respond, but one of his rebel buddys ran by and said "Oh god, what the hell is that!?" The rebel armed his weapon, but before he could get his shot off, Gordon reached out and pushed his guns aim away from the Corpse. It spoke again,

"Who are you guys, and why do you bother me?"

The rebel responded, "Are you serious? It talks? What the fuck?" But soon he gazed at it's injurys.

"Oh shit, are you okay dude? MEDIC!" The rebel cried out, and ran over to the things side.

"The cops took my son!" The Corpse cried out to him, "I tried to kill as many as I could, but they still got away, they're gonna Kill Him!"

"Stay still," the rebel responded, "Let me help your injurys." He reached to apply pressure to the wounds.

"Leave it!" The Corpse cried out. "Forgive me, I did not make it to the citadel, I wanted to get my kid out of the fight. I did not see, I have failed you all."

"No man, you fought bravely!" The rebel said, then pointed to the dead cops. "Look at how many you killed! That's more then I'll ever even get to see, let alone fight"

"It is over," The corpse said, "The world of Hobos will Fall. And all will come to Darkness, and my City to Ruin!" The Hobo then grabbed at him, desperate to get up, but his wounds hurt his nervous system, disabling his lower body.

"Calm down man, it'll be okay, your gonna make it!" The rebel said, "The medics are coming! I'll get your son, and I swear to you to save your people."

"My people." The Hobo says, and the Rebel nodded, and again the Hobo said, "My people." The Hobo felt himself slipping away, and so he tried to reach for his boot. He can not reach it though, but the Rebel gives it to him.

The Hobo looks past the rebel, and now at Gordon. "I remember now, the Man in the yellow and black suit of Armor. Bearing no helmet, and a Crowbar." He huffs, and stuggles to breathe.

Again the it Spoke, "Go now, and free Earth, Father of Humanity."

With that last statement the Hobo blew his last breathe, and now was gone. The Rebel, for some reason started to tear up.

"W-What? But, why? He just, he just wanted his kid back!" He leaned on the corpse of the Hobo, and began to weep. Gordon walked over to him, and Spoke:

"Be at peace, son of the Dead."

The end.