I'm back! Sorry for not posting in a while :( Writing's just not my thing.
Gordon turned a corner, noticing a morphine station. He quickly recovered his injuries, after injecting some straight into his arm. He rested for a couple of hours, after being electrified by the HEV charger. Note to self: Don't abuse drugs, he thought to himself later. He plugged in his HEV, and soon after saw a scientist barrel toward the silo control room.
"Open the silo door!" he yelled, smashing on the glass. The guard, reaching for the switch, turned around. Something was making a noise in the ducts. A zombie soon reached out, took him by the head, and dragged him into the ducts. For the love of-, Freeman thought. He had to think this, as he could not talk.
The scientist ran, screaming, to the corridor to his left. An infrared beam, invisible to the man but visible to the HEV, was in his path. The scientist ran straight through it. A loud BANG! Ensued, and a skull hit Gordon in his unprotected head. He went back to recharge on morphine, before realizing he had used all of it getting wasted. He proceeded to hit his head upon the most convenient wall possible.
Freeman went through the hall, noticing more, lower frequency lasers. He tried to jump them, but ultimately failed, his torso being completely exposed. Preparing for death, Gordon quickly converted to Christianity.
Realizing that he wasn't dead, Freeman looked up, grabbed his emergency moral support, and threw it into the air. The Bible quickly morphed into gunshots and shreds of paper. He looked around a mesh next to the box he was behind, and promptly had his glasses shot off by a military grade turret. Luckily, his HEV suit came with laser eye surgery!
Gordon, ever resourceful, threw a grenade at the turret. After the explosion and a ton of smoke coming off of the turret, Gordon wondered why it had shot The Bible and not his grenade. Atheists, he thought, before realizing he was one now.
His happy thoughts were cut off as a headcrab jumped at his head. He took out his assault shotgun and fired off eighteen bullets into the bugger. And another. And another.
Around the corner from where he was, Gordon saw an explosive laser. He, after realizing he had taught himself how to limbo while wasted, limboed under them. He came to the kitchen, remembering the unappetizing gruel he had been given there many a day. He grabbed an assault rifle that was resting on a countertop as some slaves teleported right next to the stove.
He pulled down on the trigger and missed forty-eight of his fifty rounds. The two that hit though, hit each one in the eye and killed it. Gordon, shrugging, walked on, over a laser and into a room stacked with boxes. A couple of slaves warped in, activating four turrets and becoming holes with little pieces of flesh in-between.
This time, Gordon felt like being a badass. He grabbed his shotgun from his back, rushed in, got shot, and rushed back out. Never mind. He just threw his last grenades and hoped for the best. The best, luckily, had just happened. No more guns and tripods and stuff!
Gordon saw a big red door with a big red button, and hit the button with his crowbar. Headcrabs started screaming left, right and centre. Where did they come from? Gordon didn't care; shot some; realized the door was closing; and limboed under.
After climbing a stack of crates, he saw a gaping elevator shaft at the far end of a room. He jumped down and slipped on the wet floor. He dropped a grenade, and grabbed on to the corner. He saw the customary smoke of destroyed turrets. How did that happen? He wondered, just as he saw the pin in his hand. Ooooooh.
He saw a ladder, climbed up, and witnessed a scientist pleading with a soldier. The soldier spared no mercy and blew off his head. So much for rescue. Now, Gordon liked the U.S. government as much as the next guy, but now he hated them even more.
The next 20 minutes passed in a blur. All Gordon could remember was killing soldiers, smashing barnacles with a crowbar, running on a conveyor belt backwards and killing more soldiers. He would later wonder why he had a human heart in his hand, and why is had a bite mark in it.
He came to an elevator. He rode up: to the surface. He sprinted past bullet fire, dodged an airstrike, watched a soldier get hit with an airstrike, and climbed into a small bunker. So much for the surface. As he climbed down the ladder, Freeman briefly reflected on his life. Then, after getting down, he forgot all about his reflections when a pile of debris fell down an elevator shaft. He jumped to the bottom, riding on a cable that the soldiers were using to get into the shaft. He strangled one, then shot the others old school style.
Gordon did a fumigation of the duct in front of him; namely throwing a grenade into it. He crawled through, coming to another shaft. He saw yet another duct, but it was quite far down. He jumped from platform to platform, looking at the giant fan beneath him. His sweat dripped down from his forehead, landed on the platform, and he slipped on it. First he lost his right middle toe. That was his favourite one. His feet got chopped, then his legs, then his ribcage, and finally his heart. Gordon's last thought were, At least I won't be eaten by aliens. Two bullchickens that were hiding under the fan loped out and ate his remains like spaghetti. So much for that.