Gordon peered through the bushes. 'I'm sure he'll be fine' He thought to
himself. 'I'm worried over nothing' He tried to spot Parker through the
trees, unwilling to say anything. A voice made him jump.
"Is that you Freeman? You scared me. It was nothing. Come on. There's no point in standing round in the rain." Parker went and left Gordon standing there, heart pounding. He started to follow, uneasily glancing over his shoulder.
"He's by the road" Gordon said to him, slipping on the wet grass. "Someones sending a squad up here or, something like that." Parker nodded and jogged away. Gordon made his way along, still scanning the bushes, and followed the tall concrete wired off wall, water dripping off his beret and the trees lined up to his left, eager to leave this place. He knew there was something lurking around. He could almost feel it. The moon was casting the only light on the scene, but even that was being blotted out by the dense clouds up above. It made the surroundings even more threatning. Through the darkness, Gordon located his fellow guards, who were crouched by the roadside, talking. He paced over to them, shivering, Assult Rifle still firmly in his right hand. Something caught his eye - something alive, the others notice the same, but, too late.
"Get down Goddammit!" Gordon slammed himself to the ground, heart in his mouth, as a grotesque red-brown creature hurled itself out of the trees, onto his bare neck. He quickly clamboured to his feet, cursing, his hands pulling at the beast's claws which were embedded deep into his shoulders. "Freeman! Jeez! What is that thing?" Parker ran over to him, and ripped the screaming alien off his back, and brought his boot down right on it.
"Jesus... what was it? Oh my God. Are you okay Gordon?" Phillips hesitated and ran up.
"I'm fine. You said they were coming right?" Gordon couldn't help but panic. He checked his shoulder, an increasing dark patch was becoming visable even the poor light. He let your pack drop to the grass and sat down. " Thats only two."
"You mean there's more?"Parker whispered, the fear was clearly audiable in his voice. Gordon looked up and squinted at his face.
"There's got to be more." Gordon asked. He shuffled painfully and glanced around.
"I guess. Are you okay, you're really pale?" Parker seemed concerned. Gordon glanced down at his gloved hands, and saw to his surprise that he was shaking. It shocked him more than he had thought. As he lifted his head to glance down the roadside for the supposed reinforcements, he head grew lighter and he seemed to lose touch with his senses. 'Whats happening to me?' He thought. "You need a doctor Freeman, i'm not kidding. They better get here soon, i'm not a medic, but you look bad." That didn't sound good.
"Gordon? I'll go get help, don't move." Gordon's ears started to ring at that point, and Phillips backed away from his slumped form, his eyes wide. Gordon heard him talking to someone, but couldn't make out who. Parker? He tried to glance up but couldn't move. Seconds later, his eyes hazed over and he collapsed onto the dewy grass, unconscious. . .
"Is that you Freeman? You scared me. It was nothing. Come on. There's no point in standing round in the rain." Parker went and left Gordon standing there, heart pounding. He started to follow, uneasily glancing over his shoulder.
"He's by the road" Gordon said to him, slipping on the wet grass. "Someones sending a squad up here or, something like that." Parker nodded and jogged away. Gordon made his way along, still scanning the bushes, and followed the tall concrete wired off wall, water dripping off his beret and the trees lined up to his left, eager to leave this place. He knew there was something lurking around. He could almost feel it. The moon was casting the only light on the scene, but even that was being blotted out by the dense clouds up above. It made the surroundings even more threatning. Through the darkness, Gordon located his fellow guards, who were crouched by the roadside, talking. He paced over to them, shivering, Assult Rifle still firmly in his right hand. Something caught his eye - something alive, the others notice the same, but, too late.
"Get down Goddammit!" Gordon slammed himself to the ground, heart in his mouth, as a grotesque red-brown creature hurled itself out of the trees, onto his bare neck. He quickly clamboured to his feet, cursing, his hands pulling at the beast's claws which were embedded deep into his shoulders. "Freeman! Jeez! What is that thing?" Parker ran over to him, and ripped the screaming alien off his back, and brought his boot down right on it.
"Jesus... what was it? Oh my God. Are you okay Gordon?" Phillips hesitated and ran up.
"I'm fine. You said they were coming right?" Gordon couldn't help but panic. He checked his shoulder, an increasing dark patch was becoming visable even the poor light. He let your pack drop to the grass and sat down. " Thats only two."
"You mean there's more?"Parker whispered, the fear was clearly audiable in his voice. Gordon looked up and squinted at his face.
"There's got to be more." Gordon asked. He shuffled painfully and glanced around.
"I guess. Are you okay, you're really pale?" Parker seemed concerned. Gordon glanced down at his gloved hands, and saw to his surprise that he was shaking. It shocked him more than he had thought. As he lifted his head to glance down the roadside for the supposed reinforcements, he head grew lighter and he seemed to lose touch with his senses. 'Whats happening to me?' He thought. "You need a doctor Freeman, i'm not kidding. They better get here soon, i'm not a medic, but you look bad." That didn't sound good.
"Gordon? I'll go get help, don't move." Gordon's ears started to ring at that point, and Phillips backed away from his slumped form, his eyes wide. Gordon heard him talking to someone, but couldn't make out who. Parker? He tried to glance up but couldn't move. Seconds later, his eyes hazed over and he collapsed onto the dewy grass, unconscious. . .