City: 17#
Date:202-
Status: Uprising in progress.
Action taken: Overwatch forces are engaged with anti citizens for control of the city.
Note: Anti citizen 1# is in A.O and is making way towards Citadel.
City 17# Train yard.
This was it, people were rising up and fighting the Combine. He had been waiting for this day, it was why he buried his PCV vest meds and Desert Eagle in the first place. Through the train yard crept a man in a Civil Protection uniform. He was no Combine through, He heard the chatter of radio's and threw himself flat on a train car, the voices passed by "Roger that, Anti citizen's attacking Overwatch armory 13#, moving to intercept" came there cold, heart chilling voices as they pass by. If he was found he would be dead meat, he may be a CP, but he had deserted his post, at best he would be sent to Nova Prospect and at worse killed. Well he would have been sent to Nova Prospect if it were still there, all it was now was a hole in the ground after Freeman blew the place sky high.
He stopped at a small stone tablet and smiled before moving it over and digging into the ground,he hit something solid and brushed the dirt away to reveal a crate. Popping the top he found his old uniform, it's black and white camo not even faded, along with his P.C.V, the word's W. Wilks were written on a strip of tape on the front of the vest , he also had his helmet med packs and looked over the pistol, checking the laser sight to find it still worked.
"Every marine a riflemen" the saying rang in his head, he would need to find a rifle or SMG at some point if he wanted to be combat effective. He had learned this during his time with the HECU.
The Hazardous Environment Combat Unit was a detachment of USMC forces recon special forces, He had served as a corpsmen and had been one of the few soldiers to make it out of Black Mesa alive. He recalled the events of that day...
May 16th 200-, Black Mesa Research Facility.
"where the hell are we anyway" Tower, the squads machine gunner asked as the V-22 Osprey flew over the sands of New Mexican desert.
"Well the pilot thought we were heading for your mothers house, so far this all looks about right so far" Jackson, the squads Engineer qwiped, laughing at his own pained them little mind, he was checking his supply's one last time before fishing a small black and white book out of his pack, the words on the front read "Strike Witches" .
"Your still reading that shit"? Jackson asked, finding a new target for his jibes in the manga freak siting across from him.
"Yes" he said bluntly, turning a page.
"But it's backwards and there's no color"
"So? It doesn't effect the storytelling"
"your fucking weird man" he said going back to making fun of Tower again. Wilks looked at Shepard, the unit's Sniper and his eyes were wide as if he was seeing a monster.
"Hey, Shepard, you OK?" he asked the man who was looking out the side of the Osprey.
Before he got his replie, a explosion sounded off from outside.
"HOLY SHIT, GOSSE 3 IS DOWN"! one of the pilots yelled over the intercom.
The soldier at the door fell out before he could tell them what was happening, and the next thing Wilks knew they hit the ground HARD!
"What...what the fuck was that"? someone yelled. One of the Marines poked his head out of the Osprey only for a bolt of green lighting to nealy hit him.
"FUCK,CONTACT FRONT"! he yelled firing his rifle forwards into the haze the crash had caused. Wilks climbed out and jumped for cover behind the wing, he swiched the safety of his pistol and took aim.
He saw a...monster with one large eye and three arms,two on the side and one in the middle, he pulled the trigger sand watched the thing fall to the ground.
The rest of the firefight was a blur, more of those things showed up and they fell back through a car tunnel to some cliffside walkways, Shepard had been hit and Wilks was pulling him the entire way. When they stopped at the walkways, Wilks realized that the sqaud was down to him, Jone's and Shepard, Jone's was covering them as they ran towards a small shed when he took a hit, Wilks place Shepard down and ran to the man, only for an explostion to send him flying andknock him out. When he came to one of those things was looking over him, he rose up and stabed it with his knife, it was stuck in there good and he left it.
He must have lost a good amount of blood because he pasted out again and when he came to, a small group of marines had found him and taken him to the foward operations base sent up on the outskrits of black mesa,he asked about Shepard but no one knew anything about where his friend could be.
No one knew what had happend to Shepard from what they told him.
He got up from his cot and armed up, when asked what he was doing he replied "we don't leave marines behind"
...W...
Wilks, the was ready,he put his helmet on his head and dusted his square framed glasses one last time before standing up and moving on. He moved into one of the city cannal's, the combine were busy fighting in the streets, no one would watch the cannal's would they?His Plan was to link up with the rebel's and help them move push on towards the citadel.
He waded his way through the wast deep water, his pistol rasied.
"EEMM PPLLEEMM"! something ahead yelled out, he turned on his flashlight to see a pair of zombies ahead. Headcrab's covering there faces, there nails long and sharp. They turned seeing the light and pulled them self's towards him.
BAM...BAM...
Two gunshots rang out as the beast fell to the ground dead, he could hear boots on pavement above running towards him.
"how can this day get any worse"? he asked himself.
As if telling him, a green flash happend to his front and as the light cleared, a girl no older then 16 in a blue jacket with silver hair and white legings along with a youger one no older then 14 in a black...dress wore a tie and white hair stood before him.
Above he could hear the combine moving ever closer and more zombies behind him. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place...