Here it is. The first chapter with the military. I hope I get this right.

            Gordon opened the doors to the elevator. At once he could detect something different. For one, it was considerably brighter than the offices below. But there was something else in the air. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was there. As Gordon deactivated his flashlight, he heard someone to the right. Turning, he could see one of his colleagues rush over to the guard station and begin to bang on the glass.

            "For God's sake open the silo door! They're coming for us; it's our only way out!" "Who's coming for us?" Gordon asked, rushing over. He got there just in time to see the guard manning the station get grabbed by a zombie that had crawled through the vents. The guard feebly punched the zombie in its 'head', but was hauled inside, kicking the whole time. "Oh my God, we're doomed!" Gunshots rang out from inside the vent. The guard had managed to draw his Glock, but regrettably failed to save his own life. The scientist, fear gripping him, ran down the hall and right into a laser trip mine.

            And Gordon watched these events unfold without moving a muscle. 'What the hell's going on?' Unable to deduce it, he shook his head and walked down the hall. He had seen an HEV charging station, but figured that he would soon be out and wouldn't need it. Turning the corner, Gordon saw a laser-activated turret in front of him. The laser beams which activated it were also right in front of him. With the greatest of ease, he managed to avoid activating the turrets.

            "Attention, this announcement system now under military command." Gordon heard the speakers pronounce. 'That'll make it easier for them to clean this mess up.' Looking around the room, he could see several crates with Black Mesa stampings on them were stacked nearby, along with some military supplies. More importantly however, he saw a dead soldier lying nearby, his gun lying on the ground next to him.

            Gordon couldn't help but grin. Here was a weapon that he ACTUALLY knew everything about, short of field stripping and cleaning it. He was sad that the soldier was killed, but he couldn't do anything about that. He grasped the gun immediately, checking it over with his eyes. The gun was a Colt M635 sub-machine gun, commonly known as the M4 Carbine, and it had a 40mm M203 grenade launcher attached to the underside of the barrel.

            *BEWSHZ* A portal opened in behind Gordon and a headcrab materialized, leaping at him as soon as it hit the ground. He aimed his newly acquired weapon at it and fired. *DATDATDATDATDAT* It was then that he noticed that his clips only had twenty rounds left. 'Well, I shouldn't need it much longer anyways.' Gordon put aside his impulse to open the crates for supplies and continued on. He narrowly avoided walking into two trip mines that had been placed in the hallway. 'I wonder why these things are in place to begin with. It seems as if the military is trying to keep us in here.'

            Gordon found himself at a cafeteria. The sight of it made his stomach growl, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since last night. 'Now I wish I had taken the time to eat one of those energy bars.' He was interrupted from his thoughts by a shocker teleporting in. "Shit." Gordon dived behind a nearby table that had been turned onto its side. The green electricity narrowly missed him, but blew up a nearby soda machine. Calling up his shotgun, Gordon sprang up from his cover and killed it.

            Jogging down the hall, Gordon found another room set up with turrets. He jumped over the laser and was about to proceed when he heard something teleport in from behind him. Turning around and dropping into a prone position at the same time, Gordon saw a shocker standing right behind the laser. *BL-BLAM SHUNK-CHUNK* As soon as he had killed it, another one arrived to take its place. He noticed a pair of explosive barrels behind the creature. *KRACC* Gordon aimed at the barrels and fired. *BBOOOOOMMM*

            Gordon picked himself off the ground leaving the newly created hole behind. He reloaded his shotgun and looked for a way around the crates stacked nearly to the ceiling, finding none. Climbing on top of the crates, he slid over the edge and landed safely on his feet. *BEWSHZ* Gordon saw a pair of headcrabs teleport in front of him. As the tiny creatures slowly turned around, Gordon easily jumped over them. Raising the S.P.A.S, he shot out the glass covering the fire door activation button. Warning klaxons blazed and lights flashed as the door slowly began to close.

            Gordon was able to slip underneath the door before it got too low, but unfortunately so did one of the headcrabs. It crossed one of the beams, triggering the turrets in the previous room. Without any activation sound, the turrets opened fire on the remaining headcrabs. Gordon stepped on the headcrab as he climbed over yet more boxes stacked in his way. He jumped down without looking, resulting in him sliding on the wet floor and straight towards an open elevator shaft. "OH SHIT!!" He managed to change his trajectory and hit the corner of the room, but not with activating a pair of nearby turrets.

            The turrets opened fire but not on Gordon. They shot the hell out of two scientists that had been trapped in between them. 'God dammit.' He was able to conceal himself around a corner. He took out one of his grenades, pulled the pin, counted to two and tossed it around the bend. Gordon jumped to his left and lied flat on the ground. *BOOOMM* He got off of the ground and carefully walked into the room beyond. He saw that he had not only destroyed the turrets, but also a trip mine. Then, to his surprise, he saw the administrator standing on the metal walkway above.

            Curious, Gordon watched as the administrator started down at him for a moment, then turned and left. For some reason, he had a very bad feeling about what laid up ahead. Looking around the room, he could see a cargo bay door to his right. Gordon paused only to retrieve two batteries, bringing his armor up to seventy percent. He climbed up the ladder and jogged up a set of stairs. He walked over the metal footpath and saw Dr. Mike Harrington run down a flight of stairs to the ground. "Rescued at last, thank God you're here!"

            Gordon was greatly relieved as he saw the soldier down below. 'Finally, I can get out of this crazy place.' Relief quickly turned to horror as he watched the soldier open fire on the unarmed Dr. Harrington. Harrington let out a cry of surprise before falling down dead. Gordon stood gaping at what had just happen. He slowly closed his mouth as anger overwhelmed him.

            The soldier bent down and examined the scientist, making sure that he was dead. He had no compulsions against killing civilians. He had proven that at Ruby Ridge, Idaho and then again at Waco, Texas. Those were the prime reasons he had been chosen for this mission. *KLINK TINK* He heard the sound of someone running on the metal path above. He looked to see a body land right in front of him. The man slowly drew himself up to his full height. The soldier's eyes widened in awe.

            His primary target, Gordon Freeman, was standing right in front of him. Standing there in his orange hazard suit, sub-machine gun in hand, and goateed face, Gordon looked like some kind of superhero. That was the last thought that went through his mind as Gordon fired the M635 and killed him.

            Gordon kept on firing after he had emptied the clip into the soldier. After a minute he fell on his knees and dropped his gun. Killing an alien was one thing, a human was entirely different. He began to go into shock and his body started shaking. The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Gordon passed out. Eventually, he opened his eyes. 'God, how long have I been out?' He shook the haze from his mind and looked at the body on the floor. 'It wasn't a dream. They're here to kill us all.'

            Picking up his gun, Gordon noticed that it was empty. His HEV was maxed out in 9mm ammunition storage, but he didn't have any spare clips for the rifle. He looked around and saw two spare clips and another gun lying on a storage crate nearby. Gordon picked up the long, thin magazine and inserted it into the M635. His instinctively thumbed the slide release button. The rifle buckled slightly and he was ready to go. He sat there for a moment and emptied the spare magazines. He walked open the lift and pressed the button.

            As soon as he stepped out, Gordon saw one of his fellow scientists rush out of a hiding place. "Don't shoot! I'm with the science team!" The man yelled out. "WAIT!" Gordon ran forward and shoved the man down just as a soldier appeared. *DATDATDATDATDAT* The bullets flew through the air right where the scientist had been standing the moment before. Gordon's eyes flashed with hatred as he fired his own rifle. *DATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDATDAT* The soldier managed to warn his comrades before falling down dead.

            Gordon heard the stomping of boots above him. He turned around to see a pair of soldiers standing on the balcony overhead with their rifles pointed down. "Shit." The world seemed to slow down to Gordon. He felt his body leaping backwards as he aimed his rifle up. The soldiers fired their weapons, the muzzle flashes like starlight. He could see the bullets fly through the air, his peripheral vision gone. *DAT DAT DAT DAT DAT DAT DAT*

            Gordon could feel his automatic kicking in his arms as he fired at the soldiers up above. *WHEW WHEW WHEW* He heard the bullets whiz by his head, cracking the air around it. Pieces of concrete sprayed everywhere as the bullets chipped it up. *DAT DAT DAT DAT DAT DAT DAT* Gordon continued firing his weapon at the soldiers. One of them ceased firing and dropped down to a prone position as he felt one of Gordon's rounds get absorbed by his PCV. The other marine's throat got all torn up when a lucky shot by Gordon hit it.

            Gordon hit the ground and time sped up again. He shook his head quickly and he looked around for the other soldiers. 'Where the hell did he go?' *DATDATDATDATDATDAT* "AUGH!" Gordon cried out when he felt himself being shot and fell against the wall. While he was stunned, the soldier ran up and aimed his rifle at Gordon's head. "Die traitor." The soldier whispered. He was about to pull the trigger when Gordon's feet sprang out and knocked off him balance. *DATDATDATDAT* The bullets harmlessly ricocheted off the floor.

             Gordon jumped off the ground and punched the marine in the face. The soldier's black beret came off and he staggered backward. With the cry off a trained marine, the soldier threw away his rifle and jumped at Gordon. His tried punching him in the gut, but discovered they he may as well try punching concrete. "Son of a…" The soldier said as he reared back for a head shot.

            That was then he felt the muzzle of Gordon's M4 pressing against his stomach. "Oh-" That was all the marine managed to say before Gordon squeezed the trigger and tore him up. The marine's body jerked several times, blood spraying all over the insides of his PCV. After Gordon had emptied most of his clip, he got up and looked around. He didn't feel any remorse at all for what he had done. 'Three… no, four men I killed. What in God's name is happening to me?'

            He shook his head. 'I had no other choice. I killed them in self-defense.' Gordon reloaded a fresh clip into his rifle and took the spare clips of the marines he had just killed. The scientist he had saved creeped over and, after seeing the carnage, clamped his hand over his mouth, ran over to the nearest corner and vomited. Gordon walked over to where the scientist was. "Are you going to be okay?" "Yeah." The scientist wiped his mouth and turned to Gordon.

"Why did you attack? They were here to help us."

"No they weren't. They were sent here to kill us."

"But… why?"

"I don't know." Gordon noticed the HEV charging station on the wall beside him. He wished that he had used the charging station over by the elevator but shrugged it off. He opened the panel on his suit and hooked up the station's hose to his inlet slot. Gordon's suit was already at a sixty-eight percent charge, but decided that if he's going up against the US Marines, he needed all the armor he could get.

            His suit hummed as the energy flowed into the microcircuits and increased the rigidity of the armor plating. Gordon's suit charge was great enough that the suit was able to project an energy barrier over his head, providing protection against his only exposed extremity. Just when he was about to hit 100 percent, the station ran out of power and shut down. Gordon unhooked the hose and closed the panel on his suit.

            When he touched his suit with his hand, it seemed like he was almost wearing an armor suit from the medieval era. Checking his rifle one last time, Gordon was about to leave when he felt something tap his shoulder. "What am I supposed to do?" He had forgotten about the scientist. "Try to find some way out of here that the military couldn't have access to… uh… I didn't even ask what your name is."

"Simmons. Dr. Luther Simmons."

"Well then Simmons, good luck to you." Gordon ran up the stairs and down the hall. Simmons just stood there looking at where he had gone. He sighed. 'I wish I knew how to use a gun.'

            Ah, that's enough for now. I was originally planning on doing the entire part in one chapter. Oh well. As always, R&R.