Chapter 2
Gordon pushed open the door and exited the building. There had only been a few more of the zombie like things, which quite reminded him of that show before the Black Mesa Incident, the one Barney had made him watch that one night. This was like some sort of horror movie, although where he came from wasn't any better. He'd easily dispatched the few lingering zombies with his crowbar. They were faster than headcrab zombies, but were just as dumb. They would run blindly at him, making it easy for him to just swing the crowbar and knock them. He didn't have much ammo left after the fights back at White Forest.
Gordon walked slowly down the decrepit alley, the dark, clouded over sky not providing him much light. Gordon stopped, ducking down behind a green dumpster to check what supplies he did have. He unslung the MP7 submachine gun off of his shoulder and checked it. It had a full 45 bullet magazine, two to reload. The magnum had five bullets inside of it, six more to reload. He had one fragmentation grenade left, and you couldn't forget about the gravity gun and the crowbar. He wished he still had that AR2, but there was no sense in crying over it. Gordon got back up, MP7 in hand and continued on.
The alley took him out to a street, barricaded on both sides about a hundred feet down from him. The only path was through a power station across the street from him, the fence surrounding it looking like it'd been cut with a pair of wire cutters in a certain spot, providing entrance into the power station. Bodies of more zombies lay around, mixed with empty bullet casings and shotgun shells. He found a pile of burnt bodies at the far end of the street, but couldn't bring himself to be sick. He'd gotten over that a long time ago. The horrors of Black Mesa were far worse than anything he'd seen here as of yet.
A soft growl caught Gordon's attention, and he stood up, MP7 ready for whatever had made the sound. He stood for more than a minute, watching and listening, his green eyes scanning every inch for his mysterious hunter. Gordon shrugged and continued onward. He heard the growl again, this time accompanied by footsteps. He stopped again, and the footsteps did too. Gordon turned around and saw a shadowy figure, dressed in a black hoodie and black pants, approaching him in a style that looked like it was almost trying to stalk him. It stopped and got down onto all fours when he saw it. Gordon raised his gun and it leapt. With a terrifying screech it jumped the fifteen feet with ease, landing directly on Gordon's chest and slamming him down hard onto the road, the gravity gun slung around his back making it even more painful. His MP7 was lost with the impact, sliding a good five feet away.
The thing on top of him began clawing at his HEV suit; it's incredibly strong body taking a substantial amount of power from said suit. Gordon wrapped his right arm around its left and face palmed it, stunning the beast for a second. Gordon brought his knees up and put them between it and his body, kicking it away. He came up on his knee and brought the gravity gun around, pulling anything he could toward him, which happened to be an old and torn up looking tire. The creature leapt at him again as Gordon fired, the tire impacting the thing and giving it a taste of its own attack. Gordon smiled desperately as it picked itself up off the ground; giving him the most terrifying stare he could've ever seen from something that was supposed to be a mindless zombie.
Gordon dropped the gravity gun and pulled out the magnum, only barely pulling off a shot before it leapt at him again. The shot impacted its shoulder, spinning it around 540 degrees and interrupting its jump once again. It landed hard on the ground, and Gordon shot it once more, this time through the head. He took a breath, but had no time to rest as a howl rose up from inside the power station. Gordon hurried over to his MP7, scooping it up. He retreated into the alley he'd come from, aiming at the break in the chain link fence. That was a mistake. Most of them came through the fence, but just as many climbed over it. Gordon held down the trigger on full auto, mowing down most of the large group before it ran dry. He tossed it to the ground and pulled out the crowbar for the rest.
Duck under a flailing limb; swing the crowbar, zombie dead. Roll away from another, swing, dead. Duck again, swing, a third zombie down. It went on that way until the rest of the group was dead, in pieces around Gordon. He simply stayed kneeling for a minute, before sheathing the crowbar and reloading the MP7. These things were stupid, but they certainly made up for it in numbers. Gordon hated to resort to melee tactics, but he really couldn't afford to use any more ammo. He stepped over the bodies and slipped silently into the power station, making his way through the white and rusting power generators that looked like they'd long since stopped producing any electricity. Here he found more bodies and shell casings, which he took as a good sign. People had definitely gone this way, and people with guns. Guns meant ammo, and ammo meant relative safety.
Gordon finally stepped out of the rows of white generators and into a grassy area between the row he'd just left and more of the generator things. To his right was a brick building about fifty yards away, a single door open. He could see light shining in there and turned towards it. The building was empty except for another door, the source of the light he'd seen. Gordon crept into a smaller room, boxes and other random items stacked in it. Behind the stack of boxes something caught his eye. Gordon used the gravity gun to move the items out of the way, revealing a desk with a big ammo pile and a Molotov cocktail off to the right. He scooped up the bottle and attached it to his belt, slotting it in next to the grenade he had left. Gordon also found quite a bit of ammo for his MP7, and picked up as much as he could carry before continuing on.
Gordon exited the room to look out on perhaps the worst scene of devastation he'd ever witnessed, except for maybe the very beginning, just after the Resonance Cascade back at the anomalous materials lab. Before him was a large airport, a welcome site, except for the crashed airliner in front of him that'd never made it. It had completely decimated the street, blowing it apart and scattering all sorts of luggage and bodies. It was horrific, but something else quickly caught his attention. Gunfire.
The low rumble of an automatic weapon rang out, followed by a few thunderous bangs from a shotgun that echoed around the whole area, causing Gordon to whip his head around to the left. A pathway that was about thirty feet above the ground and extended from a parking garage down the street and ran to the airport was the source. And despite the range, Gordon was sure he could see the figures of four people running through it and towards the airport, followed by a whole horde of zombies. They would occasionally turn and fire at the horde behind them before turning around to keep running until both the horde and the people were out of Gordon's site.
The physicist took off down the ruined street, leaping over the trench made by the crashed plane in a single leap. He ran into the parking garage and blew down the door to the stairs with the gravity gun, hurrying up them, desperate to catch up with the people and help them. He ran up the three floors and across the walkway, ignoring the blood, bodies, and trash scattered in the whole area. He made it across in less than four seconds, but reached a dead end. The pile of bodies beside a closed metal door raised Gordon's spirits significantly, as the people must've been able to fight off the horde.
He took a moment to compose himself before pushing on the door, and to his surprise it opened. He was greeted by the barrel of a shotgun and a rough sounding voice.
"One wrong move and you're dead."
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Second chapter here. Thanks Mojo for the review, ya surprised me with it, didn't expect that you'd read this story. Hope anyone that's reading enjoyed.
ANonymous