Hello. So this idea sort of just popped into my head while I was screwing around in gmod with the HDN ragdolls and posing them with some metro cops and combine. Suddenly I had this idea and boom. Here we are. Yeah this is going to be like any other " Guy gets teleported into Gameindustri for some reason " story like the many others in the archive but I just wanted to add something to this collection cause 1. I love to write. I feel absolutely miserable cause I realize how bad I am at it afterwards but I love to write. 2. Because Shia Lebouf told me to do it. One thing to note about this story is that this is not a serious story. Theres gonna be 4th wall breaks and pervy comedy galore.

Anyway. Super long Authors Note done lets get this show on the road.

City 17, Several hours after the Citadel exploded…

So this is how I die huh?

Either I get shot by the Combine, Shot by the Rebels, Or eaten by the zombies flooding the streets. Its still the same result. I die. I looked up from where I sat in the hallway of a decrepit apartment building. I stared out the shattered window down the hall.

" This is not how I expected to die… then again. Maybe I should have " I looked down at the smg in my hands. I picked it up off of the corpse of another metro cop. It had a full mag too. Poor bastard wasn't even able to fire it.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to my left. There was another Metro Cop like me standing there with an AR2 hanging loosely from his right.

" Hurry up. Lt. says we're moving somewhere safer. Says this place is too exposed " His voice came out unfiltered and clear. The radio in the mask already disabled so the combine couldn't listen in on us. He readied his rifle as I stood up and began walking down the corridor to where the others were. He followed after me.

Down the hallway it opens up into a lobby area. There were tables repurposed into makeshift stretchers where out wounded lay. Some of the other metro police sat near the corners and on the few chairs littered across the room. The Lt. stood at the center, he was the only real leader we had left and he was doing a damn good job at keeping us alive. But not for long. We weren't going to make it the way we were going. There 15 of us. 3 wounded. Two of us were armed with AR's with next to no ammo and the rest of us had low-charge stunsticks, smg's or pistols. The ammo situation for the aforementioned weapons was still the same. Close to nil.

All in all we were screwed 75 ways to Sunday unless a miracle happened.

I looked around to see that everyone was here. I looked over at the Lt. and coughed into my hand toget his attention. He stopped discussinf whatever it was he was talking about with the two metro cops beside him and looked around. Noticing everybody was here he began.

" Alright. Now that everybody is here I'll get started. Right now where we are we're extremely vulnerable. This building has way too many entrances for us to defend in our current state. So we need to fet moving. That may seem like a bad move but theres news to accompany this. The good news is that now that the fighting has died down theres less of a possibility that were going to get shot " He paused to look around. There were mixed reactions from those present. I let out a dry chuckle. Ignoring that he continued.

" Bad news is that doesn't mean that were alone here. Theres still the zombies to worry ahout and the remaining Combine and Rebel forces too " Earlier one of the others had brought up the option to join forces with the Rebels. It was quickly shot down by the argument that the rebels would probably shoot us on sight anyways. What with how we were basically traitors too. That didn't sit right with me. That didn't sit right with any of us. Some of us had already accepted that fact but those guys signed up of their own volition. Some of us were forced to. Some of us were given no choice in the matter. Not that the rebels cared about that.

" So with that said everybody stay frosty. Keep together and watch the rooftops. Were moving now " He made his way to the door with his rifle raised. Everyone else started moving. Some of them checked their weapons while others moved to pick up the stretchers. I went up to stand with my back to the door beside the Lt. He looked back at me and nodded, his hand on the knob. Then he looked at the other guy using an AR2 as well and nodded. He looked back to confirm that everybody else was ready.

Behind us the others had picked up the stretchers, two people each, and the rest were standing ready to guard them. Then with a third and final nod to them he turned the knob and tentatively peeked his head out the door. He looked left, then to the right. Then he stepped out of the building, waving his gun left and right in a tactical sway. He stopped a few paces away from the door aftermlooking around for a few more seconds. Without looking back he called out as he continued to analyze the surroundings.

" Clear! "

I looked at the guy across from me as he slipped out the door and followed the Lt's example. He motioned for me to follow. I half jogged out and stopped at a crouch beside them, checking the underground road entrance not too far from our right. I decided to ask the Lt something.

" Where exactly are we going sir? " He didn't even look back as he replied.

" To an old resistance safehouse down the block. Its easily defendable and probably still has a decent amount of supplies if we're lucky " I raised an eyebrow behind my mask.

" And how do you know about this safehouse? " He seemed to chuckle from how his shoulders moved. He looked back at me over his shoulder.

" Because I used to live there " Then as quick as he said it he turned back around to continue leading the way down the left. I stayed there for a bit to contemplare what he meant while the others carefully exited the building with the wounded in tow. Was he a former resistance member? Was he one posing as a metro cop? Or am I just overthinking everything? Yeah I should probably get back to the job of watching our- waaaaait a second. Whats that weird, undead shuffling sou- OH HOLY SHITE.

" ZOMBIES! " I pointed my smg behind us as I started firing short bursts at the zombies pourintg out of the tunnel. I'm not even joking or exaggerating here the zombies are literally pouring out the tunnel in droves. A few of the others broke off from the main group to give me some supporting fire. Then the ground started shaking. This could only mean one thing.

" ANTLIONS! " one of the others beside me shouted. Just before the ground opened up underneath him and he was pulled under by an antlion. The one beside him reacted by diving for the guys hand. The only thing that accomplished was to give more food for the antlions as another poked its claws out to stab into his hand and drag him under. The Lt started shouting orders from where he stood, the ones carrying the wounded passing by him to bring them to a safer location.

" Fall back! Fall! Back! " We didn't need anymore motivation to do just that. The others just broke into a dead sprint running away. A few others followed my example by taking a slower retreat, shooting back at the antlions coming out of the ground. Thankfully, with the arrival of the antlions the zombies were now preoccupied fighting them as well. That distracted most of them, sure, but there were still the antlions coming out of the holes popping up left and right. At the rate this was going the whole street is going to collapse and cave in on the underground road beneath us.

" Fuck! We need to get out of the street now! " I shouted to the guys by my side. One of them responded by nodding and backing away a lot faster and firing a lot less. Then suddenly a zombie corpse was sent flying from the ground and right at us. We barely managed to avoid getting hit by it while one of the others with me pointed dramatically at the reason behind the flying corpse.

" ANTLION GUARD! FUCKING RUN! " At this point the others had given up and started running away in fear, some of them even dropped their weapons in fear and I was honestly considering joining them. But instead I stood my ground and decided to keep fighting, the wounded still had to get out of here and the least I could do was buy them all some time. I aimed my smg upwards in an arc and fired a grenade from the underbarrel. It landed and exploded right in the middle of a pack of zombies, and right in front of the Guard too. It shook its giant beak in confusion, the blast disorienting it for a moment before it let out a roar that caused several more Antlion Warriors to crawl out of the ground. I picked up another smg by my side and dual weilded them.

" Bring it on you bug-bastards! "

Without hestitation I started firing short bursts from both smg's. The one on my left ran out after a few bursts and I dropped it to hold the other with both hands. The antlions approached, with each one I fell there was always another crawling out of the ground to replace it. The antlion guard hardly flinched as the bullets almost seemed to glance off of its tough skin. I dodged out of the way and to the left when it was close enough to hit me. I barely fired a burst before a warrior tackled me from the side and onto the ground. Seeing how I was handled by the warrior the guard decided to turn its attention to the others. The warrior stabbed a clawed limb into my shoulder and growled at my mask. I grabbed onto its limb and started pulling it out as I placed my boot on its abdomen.

" Get the fuck OFF OF ME! " I kicked it off and onto its back and grabbed for the pistol that lay on the ground beside me. The moment my hand reached the the handle I pulled it back unload the rest of its magazine into the warrior. It exploded into a shower of green blood and insect guts. I hurried back onto my feet while I loaded another magazine into the pistol and holstered it and ran towards where the antlion guard was calling for reinforcements. I grabbed another smg on the ground and a stunstick with my left and right hands. I raised up the stunstick and squeezed the trigger on the smg, charging at the giant bug. It turned to look at me as its minions exploded into showers of more bug guts and green puddles and roared. Then it charged at me. I dodged to the right this time but the antlion guard was smart enough to know that I'd do that so it stopped itself before it went any further and turned towards me. Quickly, I holstered the smg by my side and charged at the guard while I held the stunstick in a two-handed grip. It managed to turn towards me and roar before I jammed the stunstick up into its mouth and kept it there. The guard roared and twitched violently in place causing its legs to buckle and lose its balance, and falling down. The battery ran out before the Guard died so I pulled out my pistol and pu ped the entire magazine into the spot the stunstick was pressed up against, the skin was charred and burned off revealing a softer layer of flesh underneath it.

The pistol clicked in my hand, signaling it had run out of ammo, and I proceeded to just pistol whip the fucker even though it was now clearly dead if the gross green mush pouring out of the hole I made in it was any sign of that. I pulled the stunstick out and stood there beside it, the ground beginning to shake even more now. I looked over to where the others were, they were getting the wounded out thankfully and the antlions were ignoring them. The zombies approached and the antlions turned their attention to me. I could see the Lt shouting something and trying to run at me but the others were holding him back. I raised my right, the hand holding the stunstick, and waved at him before the antlions closed in completely.

Then the ground collapsed underneath me and everything went black when the back of my head hit a loose piece of rubble, knocking me unconscious.

You know what I said about this not being a serious story? Well yeah don't worry things get brighter for our dear little Metro Cop from here on out. The usual HDN comedy is gonna come up in chapter 2. Now into the Character Bio!

Name: Malcolm Lee

Race: Genetically Modified Human ( This is canon to Half-Life lore, Civ. Protection are genetically modified humans. They have above average attributes in comparison to regulsr humans. They just suck ass in the game because their npc's and they have no way of countering guerilla warfare, which is a tactic that the rebels use )

Age: 21

Appearance: Just like most Civil Protection, he wears the standard uniform and mask. Underneath that he has Black hair and Black colored eyes. He has a slightly muscular, and stands at about 5'9.

Description: Incredibly socially awkward, he has very little memory of normal social interaction with people thanks to most of his memories prior to his service in Civil Protection being erased. Despite that he is also selfless and kind, willing to risk his life even for complete strangers. He also has an odd liking for candy. Despite how rare the sweets are he seems to have developed a sweet tooth.